Fun at Bon Chon

Bon Chon, 157-18 Northern Boulevard, Flushing 11354 [site]

Apparently, Tony never had Korean Fried Chicken before. So on a nice walk back from the Bay Terrace Shopping Center, we decided: Bon Chon for dinner! We ordered Lychee soju while we waited for the chicken, and the bottle was new for me. Lychee pieces are shredded in the cocktail, and it’s hollowed in the center to put ice in. Cute.

Their fries came out quickly, delicious as always. I think they fry it the same way as the chicken. I noticed that they discontinued their mango sauce. I liked it, even though I was allergic to it. The hot sauce wasn’t that great, I only dipped it once.

These complimentary drinks were awesome. One of the waiters when around with orange and vodka in shotglass-shaped ice. Tony got a kicked out of this. This is definitely one way to chill a beverage. Too bad these things melt…

Then finally, the pickled radishes and salad came! That means…

The chicken has arrived! For me, I’m not a hot sauce person, so I always order the soy garlic chicken for myself, and mix-and-match if my friends wants hot wings. Bon Chon has the best soy garlic chicken ever, in my opinion. I’m so glad that they’re never changing their recipe. The large size was a bit too much though, we had a lot of leftovers to take home.

Lost in the Latin Quarter

Le Clou de Paris, 1 Rue Danton, Paris 75006 [Info]

Hungry after the Louvre and walking toward Notre Dame, I stumbled into the Latin Quarter hungry, thirsty, and desperate for fast seating and cheap eats (not desperate enough for fast food, however). I went into a French-speaking-only Bristrot and said, “Pour une, s’il vous plait,” and “Je voudrais steak au poivre et frites, et crème brûlée, et une Orangina.”

For only €17, I get a plat du jour and a dessert, so that wasn’t too bad. I didn’t like the fact I had to pay for water, so I ordered Orangina, and Steak au Poivre et Pomme Frites, aka Pepper Steak with fries. The steak au poivre was a bit on the chewy end for medium, and I didn’t knew what Poivre is until I ordered it (I hate black peppers), and the bread was a bit chewy. So the lunch was only tolerable (but hunger is hunger).

The crème brûlée was very delicious. It made me so happy after the mediocre lunch. I finished the whole thing, and asked, “L’addition, s’il vous plait,” with a “Merci, au revoir!” leaving. French language isn’t too bad after all.