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Friday, July 1, 2016



Honolulu Magazine's Hale 'Aina Awards 2016 selected Sorabol as the best Korean restaurant in Hawaii, as has been the case for several years in a row now.  They first opened around 30 years ago and today, they never close.  Sure, there are some fast food establishments that are 24/7, but Sorabol is a higher class sit-down eatery.

How do you eat Korean?  Honolulu Magazine early this year provided a guide.  The food is healthy with a lot of vegetables.  At fast food counters you have a wide choice of them.  In sit down places, what you get is a wider assortment.  I would offer, though, that sodium might be an issue.

First, they say, skip the meat jun, order something like, left to right, eundaegu chim (black cod with vegetables), yookhae (raw ground beef with egg) or al chi-ke (fish-egg stew):

 If looking to cure a hangover or cold, have the Yukgaejang (spicy beef and vegetable soup).

Second, enjoy the banchan, those complimentary small dishes that keep coming.  If you really want something specific along these lines and it is not served, just ask for it, and it almost always will be provided.  Variations of kimchi (kimchee, gimchi) will be included.  These are all free.  Probably, you will share these tidbits, but mostly you will need to ignore those germ warfare hints.

Third, seek the server's recommendation by asking mueoseulgwonhasigetseumnikka? But don't order too much, for there is that gratis banchan, plus Korean dishes tend to be rather voluminous, although lunch portions are more sensible and cheaper.  Thank you is pronounced gomapseunmida.  I took a summer of Korean when I served in the Army Reserve.

You are supposed to refill the empty tea and soju (shochu in Japan, a clear alcoholic beverage of varying ethanol content) of others, starting with the oldest person.  For 15 Craigside, it almost doesn't matter, for everyone is old.  Hold your cup in both hands.

If using a grill, BBQ the non-marinated meats first, then go on to the kalbi.  Eat your rice last, something I can't.  While various sauces are provided, it's best not to use any of them, for Korean food is already quite spicy.  

Generally, there is no dessert, except that your meal should be finished with shik hae, which is a sweet cup of cold, cinnamon-tasting rice soup to aid your digestion and cleanse the palate.  Like all those vegetable dishes, this conclusive finish will just show up at no additional cost to you.  Best to bring some breath mints.

So off yesterday for lunch went 15 Craigside to Sorabol:

Here is one table:

I ordered a Combination #1, which included kalbi and BBQ chicken, with a cup of shoju.  Never was able to figure out what the drink cost.

While the food was good, the service was spotty and the place noisy.  A favorable sign is that a lot of Koreans come here, bringing with them a heightened atmosphere of goodwill.  It sure felt like I was in an active Seoul restaurant, so the ambience was most experienceful.

Friday night I had an enjoyable reunion with the remarkable Gould family at House Without a Key of the Halekulani Hotel (note that my photo at the top of this blog was taken here):

Five of them shown in these photos are Stanford graduates, and the four young ones (yes, they're all drinking those expensive tropical drinks, sans alcohol) show high promise for admission.  Bob, former Northwest/Delta 747 pilot, and I were in El Capitan, a campus eating club.  The members still hold an annual dinner during reunion week.

If I heard correctly, beginning with his grandfather, 19 from his family of relatives went to Stanford.  What is the big deal about being from Stanford University?  Well, did you read my posting of 15 June 2016?  While I have determined that I will not be able to save Planet Earth and Humanity, I'm beginning to more strongly feel that Stanford will.  Okay, even Stanford is not perfect, for our mascot is a zany tree, or two or more.

A close neighbor of the Goulds is Kanoe Miller, Miss Hawaii 1973, who has been the primary hula attraction at House Without a Key now for almost 40 years.  That kiawe tree in the background, also known as algaroba and mesquite, is a hundred years old, although, frankly, from my point of view, it poses a sharp danger, for the thorns must have bedeviled scores of unsuspecting barefoot people over the years.  I've stepped on a few of these small spikes numerous times on golf courses and hikes.  Good thing I wear shoes on those outings.    But, so what, this was Pearl's favorite spot to begin a Waikiki outing, and so too of the Gould family.


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