I forgot my lunch, which was a sandwich, at home, so I came here because I’m never in a good mood if I’m promised a sandwich and end up having to eat something else.
Beef BLT. The tomato is roasted! That worked really well with the earthiness of the beef.
Another winner! A nice, meaty sandwich with robust, but still balanced, bread. I added blue cheese crumbles, which are an extra ¢50, and while I could imagine this sandwich still being great without that, but why would anyone purposely deprive themselves like that? This is America, man!
Unfortunately, I ate it in the place, so UCI’s Sociology department (do I even have a sufficient readership to justify a flogged joke?) will have to wait until next time for their next set of data or whatever.
No Irvine restaurant cluster would be complete without a place that at least pays homage to some form of Middle Eastern cuisine. This place is more than an homage, though, which is, of course, all the better.
The format is simple—kabob/rice/salad, or a gyro—but the components are all great. Both my visits yielded nicely cooked, juicy kabobs (help I can’t stop reading kabob in Nicolai Jakov’s voice).
Beef koobideh, chicken breast kabob, buttery rice, a pleasantly vinegary salad, and a touch of yogurt sauce made a really nice lunch.
Prices range from $7 to $14. The thing I got was $12, which, with a bottle of water, made my change come out to $6.66. “Lucky number,” the proprietor commented. Didn’t help much in that night’s round of the trivia tournament at Anthill, but maybe I would have got run into by some bro on a power board or something if I hadn’t got that exact meal.
No, not Kogi. I know, the whole voiced-unvoiced constant thing confuses me too. I’m surprised that I can keep it all straight with three languages other than English knocking about in my head.
Another long school day, another UTC lunch. My friend Andrew had the good fortune to be free in the UCI area at the same time I was, so he joined me on my now-routine lunchtime UTC walkabout. We settled on Korean fusion joint Gogi.
As if he was trying to out-white me, my friend got the KFC—KOREAN fried chicken—on french fries.
The bibimbap combo is a good deal! Eight bucks for a meat (pictured: spicy chicken), rice, and 7 sides on a salad. Totally portable if necessary, and a better than expected balance of all the components, i.e., I didn’t have a bunch of salad left after eating all the sides.
Huh. Short post. Whatever. This is better suited to the modern attention span anyways.
“Man, it’s really hot.”
“Let’s go get a bowl of boiling hot liquid.”
I resisted the alluring smells of Slapfish as I came of the bridge and pressed on to the far end of UTC to satiate my 3 day craving for Japanese flavors.
Extra points for presentation.
The murky, oily broth really hit the spot on this extremely typical Socal day, oddly enough. Also, I don’t remember liking bean sprouts as much as I did in this bowl. They just worked so well with the broth, meat, and wheaty ramen.
The “special egg” (that’s what it says on the menu I’m not being cheeky this time) was only just hard boiled. That with a spoonful of broth were perhaps the best bite paired with a pull from the nice mug of Kirin.
Now I really feel ready for the Jodaiko workshop this evening.