First, I'd like to take a moment to recognize the Icey-land volcano for helping me stay home in Brooklyn for an extra week. Keep erupting, I say!! Now onto the food blog post. Kyochon - I waited so long for you and your Korean fried chicken. It was all in vain. How do I put this delicately? Hmmmm..... My momma taught me that if you got nothing good to say don't say anything. Sorry mom - THIS PLACE SUCKS.
Let me count the ways: overpriced, tasteless, ridiculously over-the-top interior, throbbing house music soundtrack. Pingles is gonna disagree, she was ok with her chicken with rice and veggies below. She didn't have a bite of my sickly chicken sandwich, above, however. It tasted like a wet sidewalk.
Why was a lame sandwich and chicken salad with two drinks twenty-three dollars? Simple - to pay for the interior and the invisible DJ. Check out the glass front, the funky tiled walls and circular staircase.
Chicken bar anyone? Give me a F-ing break already. An over-the-top place can make up for it with food but this place doesn't.
Here's how the upstairs looks. I tried to capture the video screens, elaborate ceiling and even the bloated, annoying soundtrack.