There wasn't a wait, because there were only two couples in the restaurant when we got there. However there were only two waitress and no busboy ... Dun dun dun, and the plot thickens.
We sit, order a plate of squid, a plate of mino (honeycomb tripe), and rib eye. They bring us our banchan, and one cup of ice. What, no water? But wait, there's more!
Our food comes, but they replace the rib eye with some other meat because I'm not sure why. The other meat is marinated though, so it's not a big deal.
Meanwhile we're cooking and eating, and more and more people come in. We still haven't gotten our water, and we're pretty hot. They do get around to bringing the rice, so we're getting somewhere. I don't know where that is, but it's somewhere with rice at least.
Halfway through the meal we run out of kimchee, which is a problem ... Because it's so good! It's, like, better than regular kimchee. I don't know how to describe it, it just tasted better. The best way to describe it is it's like the opposite of shit. Unless I mean, "it's the shit," in which case it would be like that, awesome. We ask for more. It never comes. But that's kind of a spoiler.
Finally the waitress passes by and we beg for water, because it's so hot, temperature hot, and I'm sweating like a pig. Mostly because I just finished playing basketball and my metabo-rate is all haywire. Plus I got a baby in one arm, so added body heat.
We finish eating, the kimchee never comes and we wait. For the waitress, for the check, for anyone who can come save us. We push ourselves farther and farther away from the table to escape the residual heat from the smoldering charcoal. I toss a few mizu kimchee pieces onto the grill to cool it off, but it does no good. The ice is long gone.
In desperation, Slice Princess and I whip out our DSs and play DQ to show the world that we're done eating, and that we're huge nerds. She beats a super difficult boss, and I wonder why my master is forcing me to give him the fyggs that I worked so hard to gather and that I don't want to part with.
Queen Poo (formerly Princess Poo, but now Popolyn has earned that title) waves her hand in the air wildly always just at the moment the waitress turns her head. Princess Poo has meanwhile given up all hope, and sleeps, resolved to her fate.
Finally, after much arm waving, yelling, and crying, a waitress comes to our aid and delivers our check. Within seconds we burst out of the door into the cool 85+ degree heat.
THE END
And as for the food, the food was good, the service very not much so, and the temperature very, very not much so.
Some other notes about Soot Bull Jeep:
- Not cheap.
- Smells like charcoal.
Soot Bull Jeep
3136 W 8th St
Los Angeles, CA 90005
(213) 387-3865
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