A Good Asian Restaurant With Good Service? Keep Dreaming.

My sincerest apologies for not writing anything for awhile. The truth is, I've been cooking a lot. Okay, that is not entirely true. The only thing I've really cooked this month is penne alla vodka. But I have been eating out a bit. At crappy places. Places not even worth mentioning. And I've been eating unhealthy, un-natural, processed food that you find at the grocery store. You know, things like Goldfish and butter cookies. This is what happens when I'm under extreme pressure from school and other things of the sort. Bad things happen.

Fast forward to last weekend, the end of my last summer quarter at the UW. Woo hoo! Exhausted and still feeling uneasy about how things turned out, I somehow still manage to get my ass out of the house and do something. My next adventure takes me to University Village, a place that I like to associate with classy stores and really guilty shopping. (Anthropologie, J.Crew, and Victoria's Secret, oh my!) That and QFC, my current holy grail of grocery shopping. Not so much restaurants. But after a long day of painting ceramic mugs, my cousin, Giezel, and I were starving and decided to check out Boom Noodle, a new restaurant at the Village.

Boom Noodle. A new Asian restaurant. A new Asian restaurant that serves different kinds of Asian food. I'm liking the concept already. They get points for this. We walk inside, it looks super swanky and classy. They get points for this too. Now I loooove Asian food. But sometimes, I hate to admit this, and don't judge me for saying this, but, a lot of good Asian restaurants have good food, but the service and ambiance are just terrible! Take one of my Vietnamese restaurant experiences as an example: a while back, my friend, Colleen, and I went to Pho Tran Brothers, a pretty good Vietnamese restaurant near my apartment, but is also a little dirty. We walk in, get a table, and we see a HUGE cockroach crawling on the wall next to our table. Terrified, we notify the waiter, who then comes out with a newspaper, rolls it up, and SMACK!!! He kills the cockroach right in front of us! Completely disgusted at this point, he then sprays some disinfectant and says in his very Vietnamese accent: "Okay, ready now." I don't know why we didn't leave after that little incident. But we knew that the pho there was really good, and so, we stayed.

But any way, Boom Noodle was NOTHING like that at all. It was very modern, sleek, and sexy. Almost made me want to wear a super hot cocktail dress that showed off the girls and say, "Hello boys." However, when Giezel and I were there, there were no boys, and everyone was dressed very casually, to say the least.

Luckily, when we got there, it was happy hour. In other words, cheap food. They get points for this as well. We sit down, decide what we wanted to eat, and wait. And wait. And wait. We are starving. And wait. They definitely loose points for this. And wait. Hardly anyone was in the restaurant! And wait. The waitress finally comes and takes our order, but we still wait for our food. And wait. And then, after what seems like an eternity, our food finally comes!

From left to right, we got the ebi katsu, fresh spring rolls, and pork gyoza. Yum. I don't know if I would call this the ultimate authentic experience, but I thought the food was pretty damn good. I think it was because I was so hungry. The ebi katsu was perfect: the shrimp was so tender, not over-cooked at all, and the batter was fried to perfection. It wasn't your typical katsu in the sense that it was drenched in panko, but rather phyllo dough pastry. Not exactly Japanese, but really good nonetheless. The fresh spring rolls were just as divine, and in my opinion, pretty darn authentic. It reminds me of eating the spring rolls back in Hawaii. Any thing that brings up childhood memories is a thumbs up for me. The pork gyoza was also good, but not as good as the other two dishes. All in all, a 3.5 stars out of 5. Now, even though we ate in a beautiful restaurant with really good food, the service was just like eating in one of those dirty Asian restaurants. (I don't mean to sound extremely blunt and cruel, but that's the truth.)

I have now realized that I have written way too much. Note to self: learn to cut down blog entries.

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