OK, last week me and my wife went out to San Gabriel Valley to celebrate someone's birthday. We ended up at a Korean BBQ place. It was run by Latinos. Nothing personal against the Latinos as I'm sure they would be fine running a Mexican Restaurant. Korean BBQ is a one hour sprint gluttonfest that must be expedited at a certain pace served by people who don't have time to smile but have quick feet. I said to my wife afterward in the car, "Just imagine a bunch of Stone-Faced Koreans running a Mexican Restaurant. No small talk at the table and the woman under the giant fruit hat is a mean liquor store lady." Ummmm, anyway the first thing they brought out was a steak. I looked at it and told the guy, "Amigo, three more of these and I can make a Quesadilla." Yeah, that's pretty much it. A fiesta of meager meats served by someone taking a siesta.
So tonight we did it right just the three of us going down to K-Town at our normal spot. Sure was good. I just pinched off an all you can eater and it sunk like an anchor.