Korean food. I probably shouldn’t say this but my preliminary
judgment of how good (and authentic) an ethnic restaurant will be begins by
taking note of the other patrons. If a Mexican restaurant is full of Hispanic
people, it instantly gains credibility for me. If a BBQ joint is full of big,
fat truckers (of any race because that’s America), I’ll assume my food will be
authentic American. Likewise, the many Asian patrons of Myung-GaTofu House gave me
confidence that the Korean food I was about to eat for the first time would be
authentically delicious. And it was.
There were things I liked and a
few things I didn’t care for (which I think is typical when exploring
unchartered food territories). The experience was great, the presentation was
fun (my food came out boiling in a stone bowl), and the staff was lovely. I look forward to refining
my Korean taste buds and believe this is the perfect place to do it.
