How would you know whether it’s medicinal? You think someone is going to post a copy of their prescription on an anonymous forum?
It seems like the moderators are interested in letting this thread turn into a real fun time full of personal insults that are not only meaningless, and idiotic, but have nothing to do with food.
The irony of people contributing literally nothing except random half-assed insults based on the anonymous posts on a food forum, but criticizing other people’s contributions is almost too much to handle. If the moderators of a food forum should do anything, they should ban accounts from such non-contributors. It would make the place infinitely better.
But let’s run with it.
In a perpetually wonderful weekend following a double-header concert of deep-relaxation philosophical-aesthetic participation-based aleatoric chant music at Coaxial Arts, and a night of cheap liquor in a loft for the heady and raucous Noise Music 6th Anniversary Celebration at the Handbag Factory in DTLA several dinners were in order. Ideally, you might finish such a night off with something like Korean BBQ, but sadly all of the spots claiming to be open until 2 AM seem to close closer to 1 AM… ah well… this is what stalwart standby options are for after all!
Dang Sung Sa
Last Call Sapporo on Draft just to get one last bit of the illicit substance in; given the night, this might’ve actually been fairly hydrating.
Cucumbers and Radish with Blue Cheese provided by the house. So nice of them to consider their patron’s health
Fried Soondae because blood after noise = A+.
Rice Bar because the waitress talks drunken you into ordering it. Pseudo-uni sushi?? Tastes strangely good, though.
Kimchi Pancake because you fucking have to; alcohol absorption commence.
And the real reason you come: Fucking Fire Chicken. The waitress always warns you, attempting to dissuade you from ordering something so impossibly spicy. But it’s not that hot, and they grilled the chicken perfectly tonight; tender, juicy, charred, and hot; gotta get that fire breath baby!
DSS did the best they could with the last few minutes of service, but Ruen Pair was calling.
Thai Tea because alcohol had become “an illegal drug” at this point in time.
Sticky Rice because it’s impossible to say no to the waitress, you have to have SOME kind of rice, and sticky is just better.
Salty Turnip and Egg Frittata the best fucking dish in the city between the hours of 2 and 5 AM; still pretty epic even during the other hours though
Spicy Raw Shrimp Salad; Thai Spicy whewwwwww they brought the mother fuckin ruckus! This shit will wake you up quicker than blow!
BBQ Duck Noodles because duck was desired, and some kind of soup; should’ve gotten something spicer, though.
Beef Jerky because eating fried meat and spicy sauce at 3 AM is one of the sexiest feelings available to human beings.