Nehn T.
Yelp
On the way into the underground parking (which is off at the side, turn left) we saw a dump truck that had smashed into a parked grey truck thanks to the icy conditions and the steep incline. Needless to say, it was not a good omen. It took them 10 minutes to seat us despite our having made a reservation in the morning. There is a severe dearth of wait staff. Once you catch a server, they are rushing off to the next beckoning, half in, half out. When we wanted to order, two members of our party, including my old dad, were waving and jumping up and down like at a Metallica concert. When our natural gas brazier went out (twice), we were popping our heads around the corners like those colored flaps at the carnival games that you're supposed to shoot to receive a stuffed animal prize to impress your girl. Staff, please hire more staff.
Serving size was commendable, although my bibimbap was about 70 percent rice and 30 percent vegetable mess on top; it's supposed to be the other way around. My niece liked the decor and said "Shh, we have to be respectful because it is traditional." The environmentalist in me wasn't happy to see the stuffed turtles in the entrance which, while valid mascots, kind of look like they'd be confiscated at Customs. Turtles are for swimming, not for showing.
The white family across from us had three kids and a baby and they closed the room panel door to change the baby's diaper. I went to the restroom and a Middle Eastern lady was in the stall next to me and let loose her aching bladder with full and violent velocity; accompanying the release of her cathartic burden were many audible sighs of relief. I think these details are more memorable than the food, honestly.