You smell like meat

April 18, 2011


Pictured: Goodness.

That’s exactly what my mom said to me when I came into the living room on Friday. I remembering laughing, nervously saying hi, and then walk quickly into my room. From there, I proceeded to strip off the outer layer of clothing and change into some fresh clothes. The lump of wound up shirt-and-combo ended up in the washing machine pronto. So, what would make me act erratic and dispose of incriminating evidence that would lead copious amounts of grilled animals? Why, a trip to Palace BBQ Buffet. A Korean barbeque joint in Sunnyvale that I don’t go to often but always enjoy my time there.

John, Rick and myself met up with one of John’s friends, Ethan, to munch. the buffet can be intimidating if you’ve never really been around such an environment. Instead of rows of cooked food, you instead get raw meat laying slathered in flowing levels of key Korean BBQ marinade. Instead of the usual siders of fried stuff, you’ll get a whole kiosk devoted to banchan, Korean side dishes that are extremely tasty and great to much along with rice. A staple item you’ll know from banchan is kimchi and it’s great palate relief when your mouth is starting to feel burdened by the meat march.


The four of us each grab a plate and declare our poison. Beef, pork, chicken. Each person knowing full well that the amount they grabbed would be too much for just themselves, but that’s what sharing is all about. Everyone also grabs another clean, separate plate. This is your haven, your home, the place where the cooked portions will fall after their stick on the hot bars. Once prepped, tread lightly as you’ll weave back through buffet traffic with load arms. You don’t want to drop anything, it’s precious.

At each table is a built-in grilled plate and a set of tongs. Of course, I encourage more than one set of tongs if you’re party involves a few people because there will be someone who wants to cook fast for themselves and there will be some who just enjoy cooking for others. Waiting for tongs just sucks. Grab an extra or ask for one from the waiter, it’ll come in handy. Then, start piling on the goodness. Beef, pork, chicken, tripe, squid, and many others were available. Flip, wait, and take in the wonderful odors released. Pick off the grill and place onto your plate. Your hard work has now paid off (maybe 2 minutes?) and this action stakes your claim on this piece of nourishment. The only thing to be wary about now is that it’s hot. These the thoughts rushing through the four minds of my lunch party. That and I wanted more kimchi.


Oh yeah, a post about a generic tradition of grilling an abundant amount of food. Needless to say, great conversation ensued. About 3/4 of the way through, people started falling out. Rick resigns to finishing his rice punch, John soon follows to nibbling on lots of honeydew. I finish up with who-knows-what-round of banchan. Ethan, who came late, continues with another plate of food. The rest of us just start cooking for Ethan so that he can focus on eating, haha.

This is but a cheap description of what really boils down to just what men do. Gather in groups, cooking raw meat over a fire and then wolfing it down while laughing, sometimes about the fact alone and sometimes about jokes. Sure, ladies can join, too. But, this tradition shines best here.



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