I was seeing a friend the other day who told me about this place in Koreatown, that would still be some kind of an insider place where only the „real people“ go. I was a little sceptical, first of all because I am not the greatest fan of Korean cuisine, especially the spicy sauces that won´t let you taste what the actual ingredient is and secondly I didn´t quite understand what he meant by „real people“. Who am I going to a Korean resto, unreal? As we walked in it not only smelled worse than I had expected it was also completely empty and somehow felt like a setting right out of a David Lynch movie. Before we even sat the waitress came and wanted to take the order. As is common with most Asian waitresses they don´t give a damn about what you want, it´s only about numbers! So we ordered 67, 99 and a side dish called 117. It felt strange and I would have really enjoyed some other company except my friend, just to make sure some other people die too. Before she ran away I asked the waitress if she could turn off the TV since nobody else was there and I wasn´t in the mood for TV dinner. She said „No.“ Just like that. „No.“
As we were still wondering about the Lynchiness of it all we concluded that the TV set on the wall was not for the customer to watch but for them to watch the customer. Enjoy.