I’ll have the tongue, please.

So earlier tonight (er… technically yesterday, but you know what I mean), I went out to dinner with my good friends Taylor and Sara.

Normally when we do dinners, we go out for pho (Vietnamese noodle soup). This time, we decided to be a little adventurous and go for Korean BBQ– something none of us have ever had before.

Immediately as we are seated, we are brought a slew of different sauces– spicy, sweet, salty… and with so many different textures. Now, we could all tell you all sorts of things about Japanese food.. Chinese… Vietnamese… Thai… but when it comes to Korean, we’re all pretty ignorant on the matter.

Enter confusion:

(Sara and Taylor)

I did, however, manage to recognize a couple of things: the dish of kimchi and the dish of chili paste. There was also a dish of seaweed and some sort of sweet sauce, cold potato salad, regular salad– those were easy…. then there was some other dish that I have no idea what it was, then some sort of mustard-lookin’ salty sauce, a vinegar-jalapeno yet sweet sauce, some sort of light vinegar and beet sauce?… some sort of sweet sauce with chunks of tofu… some sort of Korean pancakes… yeah, no clue, but it was all pretty tasty.

For our main meats, we ordered pork, chicken, and BBQ beef. Then Taylor and I decided while we were there, we might as well try something entirely new to us– cow tongue.

(Cow tongue: before and after it’s been cooked)

Taylor and I both picked up a piece and dipped it into our sauces of choice. Looking at each other carefully with the slices near our mouths, “Ready? One… two… three!”

It actually didn’t taste bad. It was just a little odd, I suppose. It sort of had a smokey taste to it. A smoked slice of well-cooked beef.

Would I have eaten that whole plate? No… but at least now that I have tried it myself, I have every right to dog it if I choose to.

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