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Damn you picky eaters!

Have you ever had to grill up meat for a party and each person like theirs cooked a different way? Medium. Medium rare. Then there’s always that strange one, who likes his meat cooked well done. Seriously, who does that? (I’m looking at you Chris.)

Fortunately someone created this little gadget to get around all the guess work. Personally I like to just poke at the meat to figure out how cooked it is, but this seems like a novel idea for those that are unsure of how firm their meat should be at each stage of cooking.

I wonder if I could get this thing to tweet my BBQ status.

Korean BBQ Cookoff!

Last Saturday I got the opportunity to go to the 2010 KBBQ Cookoff. Note to self. Stop shooting while wearing polarized sunglasses. It looks like I shot all these images while standing on the surface of the sun.

I don’t know about you but this is a win in my book. Free parking!

All the different restaurants were out in full force, cooking up a storm.

It’s amazing how well kimchi goes on sausages.

Probably should have opened this burger more, but this is the Kalbi Burger. It’s really good, but it doesn’t have much of a Korean taste to it. You know what it needs? Kimchi!

KoreAm was out as a sponsor, showing off their publication and new shirts.

Spicy ribs and chicken. Now THIS tastes Korean.

The lines were long, but with VIP passes, we got to skip to the front of the lines.

Intestines and pork. This is so good. Does anyone remember which restaurant this was so I can go back and get some more?

Cool Haus was on site to serve up some dessert.  Yes, that’s candied bacon in the ice cream.

They even had a Chocopie eating contest.  There are no winners in a contest like this, only losers.

Korean food is always something I enjoy eating, and it’s nice to eat outside on a warm summer day for a change. I don’t enjoy waiting in line for it though. If it wasn’t for the VIP passes, there is no way you’d catch me at a food festival. I learned my lesson the first time.

Home Cooking…Not Mine

My friend made this sandwich. Tri-tip, garlic mayo, salsa, pico de gallo. Word.

Pretending to be Korean.

This weekend we set out to be Korean. We met Spencer and Vivian at Road to Seoul and we gorged ourselves on delicious meats while making our hair, clothes, and bodies smell like smoke. The meat there is absolutely awesome, not like the gristle and fat you get at most places.

Still feeling the need to be more Korean, we headed out to karaoke. Nore bang. Forgot we’re trying to be Korean. Singing your lungs out is always fun. I learned I can sing Lady Gaga pretty well. If only my friends would stop laughing at me I might be able to get through a whole song. Still, the highlight was this guy.

I don’t know who this mystery man is, but I know one thing. I already like him.

Meat for Sex

Scientists have studied Chimpanzee groups and noted that when males share meat with females, they are more likely to mate with those males. It’s not an instantaneous transaction.

“Honey, I brought meat home. Let’s get it on!”

I wonder if there are different grades of meat that Chimps can bring to their prospective mates. Rats probably don’t fetch as much favor as monkey meat. It’s sort of like giving a girl a boquet of carnations.

Humans are above trading themselves for meat. Instead we trade other people for meat and beer. This is what separates us from the animals.

Hot Piece of Meat

This weekend was sweltering. Of course it was the weekend we planned to celebrate Harrison’s and my birthday and have a BBQ to welcome Harrison back to Southern California.

The lights have a cool yellow appearance. Then you realize it’s all the grease coming from the grills that has turned them yellow.

Flock of Seagulls and teased bangs were no match for sweat and Korean BBQ oils.

Kyung’s birthday gift to me. If you don’t know what these are, you are far too young.

Oregon Trail, anyone? Space/King’s/Police Quest? Maybe a little Leisure Suit Larry?

Stuffed and sweating meat out of our pores.

After stuffing our faces with meat, we headed over to Miss T’s Barcade. For those of you that are unfamiliar with this hidden gem, it is a dive bar with 80’s arcade games. They serve beer, soju cocktails, and sake bombs. Careful with the sake bombs, though. The bartender didn’t know how to make one at first, and he gave me a glass half full of beer and half full of sake. That is what I like to call a Nagasake Bomb. The place is really cool, and since no one else was around, it was like we rented out the place to ourselves.

A little bit of Joust to start off the night.

The whole bar is singing happy birthday, but it looks like we’re just singing to ourselves.

Kyung brought an LED toy that said, “Let’s Party” when spun around. It’s being spun backwards here. I found twenty pictures of this thing on my camera in the morning.

Pretty much the gayest picture we could’ve taken all night.

The only defense I can give for that last picture is the Nagasake Bomb. I went home and crashed right away. I’m pretty sure the right side of Michelle’s bed smells like Korean BBQ now. I woke up a little bit late to head over to Harrison’s plae to start smoking some meat.

With the heat wave, this pool looked so inviting.

This is why we’re here. This is why we’re here.

Grilled to perfection.

Wasp nest on the basketball hoop. Every time someone hit the rim or backboard, they would fly around and land again, only to be disturbed by the next shot.

My first batch of smoked ribs. You can see the meat came off the bones when I picked them up with a pair of tongs.

Time approves of my ribs. They were good, but I want to do better next time.

This weekend was spent gorging myself with deliciously cooked meats and sweating out those same meats from my pores. This is the good life.