Today, my wife and I were confronted with one of those chowhound problems that never seems to be discussed here, but seems to come up more often than I care to admit - here's what happened:
Today, my wife (Maria of Forest Hills Dining Club fame) and I had lunch at the Minsok Restaurant on 150th Street in Flushing. Our experience didn't begin all that differently than many other meals in small Korean restaurants - they tried to get us to leave, they had no English menus, and they refused to serve us almost anything we asked for.
While this has often been the prelude to wonderful food in small Queens restaurants, it wasn't the case at Minsok. When we finally were served our meal, it was banal, or maybe even awful. None of the food had any real flavor, nothing on the table was as spicy as a diet coke.
So what's a serious eater to do? We begged to be served and wound up with tasteless food. Stupidly, I felt some strange obligation to eat it and prove something to the hostile server.
I even ate the tasteless kimchee.