alert, dedicated readers! next week is super awesome meal week here at GIMB. i have two very exciting dinners lined up and i can't wait to tell you all about them (assuming they are as good as i am pretty sure they will be). and what better way to lead up to a week of amazing dining than by writing about a really shitty meal?
avani is going to kill me because we stopped into
izen randomly ("hey look, it's a new restaurant!") for a quick early dinner today and i didn't have my camera so i made her stomp around in the snow with her iphone to get me the perfect picture of the exterior of the restaurant... and now i am posting this without her photos. (note: avani sent me the photos so i felt guilty and added them later.)
here is my reason (avani will forgive me): izen is so bad that i do not want you to see the semi-appetizing pictures of the front window and the food and think to yourself, "oh, those pictures look nice. it can't be that bad. i'll give it a shot." do not give it a shot. please, i beg you. spend your money somewhere else.

it looks appetizing...
i really wanted to like izen. it's a cute little takeout sushi place that has popped up in what seems to be a little cluster of them on mcmillan just south of UC. it's brightly colored and serves sushi, korean food, and... frozen yogurt. ok, i know, that should have been my first warning sign.
my second warning sign should have been that the sushi is premade. the guy behind the counter, who was very nice and friendly and answered all my questions, told us that it is made 3 times a day, i guess in answer to the skeptical look on my face. i inspected the sushi. it looked weird. it was shaped funny and had strange colors in it. it looked about as good as
the sushi i made for the first time a few months ago (which did not look very good).
warning sign #3: the sushi selection included a "steak and cheese roll." ok. i am sorry. not to be a sushi nazi, but STEAK AND CHEESE?!?! look. i am all for culinary creativity. i do not turn my nose up at fusion food. furthermore, i am not a food snob. i can equally appreciate a really good steak and a french fry dipped in a frostee. but god or nature or the flying spaghetti monster or whatever just did not intend for humans to eat certain things, and a steak and cheese sushi roll is one of them. the menu calls it "the best of both worlds." i don't know which worlds those are but it's definitely not any world i have been to. (note: i did not actually eat the sushi so for all i know it was really good... take my criticism with a grain of salt.)

the premade sushi selection
after being thoroughly frightened by the sushi selection, avani and i decided to go with a hot option. there were three choices: bibimbap, beef gyu don, and "cheese fried rice." can we say warning sign #4. oh wait, i forgot a hidden corner of the menu: omurice. sounds intriguing? maybe, until you realize that your flavor options for this cryptic dish include "cheese burger" and "italian sausage." yes readers, that would be warning sign #5.
by this point, we should have run screaming, but the guy behind the counter was really nice and appeared to be the owner and living the american dream of opening up his own restaurant after graduating from UC with his degree in violin performance. and he was actually korean, so i thought maybe he would be good at making korean food. while we were in the middle of ordering (me: gyu don, avani: bibimbap), a drunkish sororityish girl who had been sitting at a table by the window came stumbling up to the counter, cut in front of us, and began moaning something unintelligible about needing some frozen yogurt.
i don't know what college kids are on these days but i think you would have to be under the influence of some combination of controlled substances to order more food in this place after you had already eaten a meal there. and in case you're still counting, that was warning sign #6.
(aside: i know i seem to really be relishing this, but the truth is that i hate writing bad things about restaurants. sometimes i am lucky and the places just die a natural death before i have to talk trash about them on this blog, ahem
seny ahem. but really i do feel bad writing this. not bad enough to stop though. i consider it a public service.)
after a few minutes of wandering the oddly sparsely furnished restaurant (there were like 3 tables and very few chairs, and lots of empty space), our food was ready. we noticed that there was this weird combination of styrofoam containers and actual plates and silverware. we also noticed that the portions seemed tiny.

gyu don
we sipped the miso soup, which comes with all the hot items. i was hungry. "well it's ok," i said. "are you kidding me?" said avani. "it tastes like nothing. it just isn't miso-y. it tastes like hot water." of course, she was right. we switched to our food. my gyu don was... odd. the flavor was pretty good but it was big hunks of beef, not shredded. also, it was really oily and the rice was drowning in sauce.
avani's bibimbap was just straight up bland. the beef tasted like nothing. the vegetables tasted like nothing. even the sauce could do little to revive the meal. on top of that, she ate like 3 bites and then was left with nothing but rice. i was eating as fast as i could to try to get through my meal before she started scavenging. but then i got to this huge chunk of fat and gristle and i let her have the rest of mine.

bibimbap
here is the worst part: we paid $20.13 total for this meal. and we did not even order drinks. just some rice, a little watered down miso soup, and a few crappy bites of bland food. we could have eaten like kings at cilantro (or king wok, or thai express, or chicago gyro, or chipotle...) for half that.
"i can't wait to go home and eat some leftover pizza," said avani. i was mad because i wasn't going home just then and had to wait until 10 pm to eat again.
"here is what we have learned from this meal," i said as we left. "never try anything new."