Not that this is anything new.
I like to imagine myself being surrounded by lots of hot, hunky, Korean chefs on a regular basis.
Because, I mean, come on, guys.
HOT, HUNKY, KOREAN CHEFS!
Who wouldn’t want to be surrounded by that?
However, this was the first time I had an opportunity to make my dream become a reality.
Well, other than that time I went to Korea.
But when I was in Korea, I was too busy shoving all the food into my face to check out any of the hot dudes who were cooking it up for me. Because, seriously, you guys, they give you a LOT of food in Korea. Your typical meal consists of, like, ten to eleventy billion dishes. And each dish is totally amazing.
These are the kind of meals you need to concentrate all your energy on. No multi-tasking or mooning over the cook allowed!Before heading over to Yakitori Bar for the battle (or “My Meet-Cute With My Future Husband,” as I had started to refer to it), Pam and I stopped by a bar called Sin & Redemption for a few drinks.
Which, you have to admit, is pretty much the best name for a bar ever.
Okay, so maybe a better name for a bar might be: Free Beer & Have You Lost Weight?
But Sin & Redemption is pretty up there with epic bar names.
They had this beer there that tasted exactly like grapefruit juice. I’m pretty sure it was some kind of smoothie. Which meant I didn’t have to feel so bad about getting my drink on at noon.
Not that I’d ever feel bad about that kind of thing.
And when going to something with the word “battle” in the name, it’s a good idea to roll four deep.When we arrived at the scheduled smackdown, things were just getting underway.
The chefs were starting to take their places around the restaurant. Each chef was serving their own raw kimchi as well as a unique dish that used kimchi as one of the ingredients.
Next to each chef’s station were ballot cards where you could vote on the dishes.
To me, this seemed like a surprisingly democratic and not so battley way of determining the winner. I was imagining something more along the lines of shirtless wrestling. Of course, in my imagination all the contestants looked like Daniel Henney. And they’d all be wrestling with me.
While we waited for the food to be ready, we moseyed up to the bar and ordered something called white sake sangria. Our drinks were topped off with floating berries. So, again, totally a smoothie.And then we descended upon the kimchi and all its marvelous incarnations.
There was even kimchi poutine. I mean, we were in Canada after all. I think it’s some kind of legal requirement that every restaurant has to serve poutine in Canada.
Or, at least, it really should be.
Because GRAVY AND CHEESE AND FRIES AND OMIGOD, YOU GUYS.As I was a little busy stuffing my face full of booze and kimchi and gravy-covered fries, it took me a while to notice that there wasn’t a single hot, hunky Korean chef in the entire place. At least not any hot, hunky Korean chefs of the male variety.
If the demographics of the kimchi chefs in attendance were any indicator, kimchi-making is typically a lady affair.
I guess it’s kind of like the Korean version of making jam. Except this jam could put some serious hair on your chest.
I was a little bit heartbroken that I wouldn’t be meeting my future husband in this crowd.
Luckily, that kind of heartbreak is easily cured.
With gravy, of course.If you could go to a food smackdown, what kind of food would you want the chefs to be battling it out over? And would there be any wrestling involved? Preferably with shirtless, Daniel-Henney-lookalikes?
P.S. I know I just bugged you about this on Sunday, but my blog has been nominated for a Bloggie for the Best Travel Weblog. Yes, MY blog. The one about unicorns and cheese and my couch. I don’t get it either, but wouldn’t it be awesome if I won? Please help me make that happen by heading over to the Bloggies site and voting for me. Voting is super easy and will earn you my undying love and devotion. And, quite possibly, a pony.