Air dodgeball -- and whiffing with KPOP
CHEAP EATS Another new restaurant has sprung up at the corner of Castro and 18th St. across from Walgreens. Korean, this time.
There are several problems inherent with writing a pirate sports column embedded within a "food" column in any free weekly paper, even when the "food" column isn't written by your domesticated partner. Which mine is. And don't think I haven't suspected that's how I landed the gig in the first place.
In the second place, local politics is what passes for sport in this paper. You all don't really care about rec center racquetball, pickup soccer, baseball, or women's flag football. And that list pretty near completes the length and breadth of my sports experience around here. It's enough to make me want to hang up my cleats and walk out on Chicken Farmer's strike. But enough about me. And you. And the Bay Area sports scene.
Last week, while I was in Los Angeles, Kristy Kreme told me about something I'd never heard of or ever even imagined possible:
Trampoline dodge ball.
For the uninitiated, I'll elucidate: I'm talking about dodge ball, but played on a trampoline.
Yes. It really happens! Kristy played it in the Valley but it can occur anywhere there is a trampoline park. These are giant rooms of interconnected trampolines, so that you have a basketball court-sized bouncing surface. On which to play dodge ball. How brilliant is that?
Here is where I leave the purview of underappreciated so-called sports writer and offer up my opinion in the civic arena, editorialist-style: Can we get some of that there Prop B money allocated to convert the now-dormant Mission playground swimming pool into a trampoline park? Now? It would be one sure way to silence your detractors who cried "fiscal irresponsibility" and so forth.
Cheap Eats continued ...
Yeah! A free one, because the House of Air in the Presidio costs like 15, 16 clams an hour. Per person! Most people I know can't afford those kinds of clams-per-hour, not to mention per person.
But speaking of the metric system, my friend the Maze has moved to Palo Alto and I had the honor of helping him pack his kitchen. Not to mention pick up lunch.
And that is how I knew that there was a new Korean restaurant called Kpop at the corner of Castro and 18th, where that stupid soup place used to be, and before that I forget what.
Well, so I grabbed an order of kimchee fried rice and an order of bulgogi on my way to the Maze's box-strewn mess of an ex-place, and we had us a little mid-afternoon lunch break.
The place wraps its takeout orders like microwave hospital cafeteria food: in plastic containers with plastic wrap stuck over the top, which is weird and hard to open.
What are you trying to prove, Kpop?
The sausage in the kimchi fried rice was pretty weak. It kind of seemed like little pieces of hot dogs, only not as yummy. And the fried egg on top of the fried rice ... somehow it managed to be both overdone and underdone at the same time. There wasn't hardly any juice at all left to the yolk, yet the sunny side was still slimy.
The bulgogi was alright. Nothing special.
Gasp, it's not my new favorite restaurant; but I will give it another chance, because it's only been open for a couple weeks. And I love the idea of Korean food a short walk from home.
I just wish this one had bigger portions, or at least better portions. Or, hell, the same size and quality of portions for a slightly smaller price. I would settle for that.
Mon-Thu, Sun 11am-11pm; Fri-Sat 11am-2am
499 Castro St., SF