Summer is over. Sandy is taking a big dump on the east coast. There's a chill in the air. Nipples are erect. Sacks are shrinking. Shit is about to get real. How does one cope with all these dilemmas?
2 words: Shabu Shabu, bitches.
Yeah, that's right... Shabu Shabu K-town style. Why not? They have taken sushi and ramen and made it their own already, the next logical step is to do hot pot.
I hope they have him on the menu. You know a resto is gonna be fobulicious when the eating utensils are from Overstock.com.
Combo. Beef, pork, chicken and seafood... Pick two. And of course, it comes with the standard veggie assortment plate which is basically the flavoring elements for this generic veggie based stock (K-hot pot is usually spicier but whatever, it's catered towards the K-pop crowd anyways). There's a hot dog split in half which makes me laugh. The thinly sliced beef is fine for hot pot, no need for premium cuts that will be boiled anyways. The seafood includes a whole baby octopus which was a nice touch, overall, the selection and quality is a little better than the other hot pot joints.
Super generous side order of trip. Very surprised and happy.
I ordered the ramen noodles first and it was fucking dried instant ramen from Walmart! They actually charged $2 for that shit but that wasn't the half of it, they broke that dried up cow muffin in half per order, so it was this tiny pathetic display with some seasoning sprinkled on top. I sent that shit back for some real noodles... Made all the difference.
They insisted on making the sauce, either extra spicy, spicy or mild. Ah, ok, makes sure it's extra spicy. It was ok, didn't really do much except added a little heat. You can make your own sauce, just walk around to the back.
I told this lil fucker not to look directly at the Ark of the Covenant... They never learn. I ate him anyways. Creastures that God made in his own image are always more dericious.
One combo order with a couple of extra sides is more than enough for 2 people... But they will prolly say you can't share. I say fuck you. Just pretend to be a FOB at a FOB joint... Play dumb and it works like a charm every time. The initial server was brain dead, I mean, a total nitwit... He stared at me with this "Life Goes On" gaze, eyes glazed over from whatever drugs he was on or maybe he was really a special needs patient that's working to make ends. Whatever the case, I'm down-syndrome with that.
The place is clean and totally acceptable if you're in the area. The hot plates are the biggest pieces of shit, you gotta constantly adjust the knob under the table. That's what she said.
1 Star.
2605 Pleasant Hill Rd
Ste 300
Duluth, GA 30096
(678) 584-1111
Monday, October 29, 2012
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