Mongolian BBQ: Hoff Beef Injection

Mongolian BBQSorry for the Misleading Headline but this post doesn’t have anything to do with David “The Hoff” Hasselhoff. I just enjoy saying the phrase hoff beef injection. A lot. Heh!

When I lived in the big city I used to enjoy Mongolian BBQ a lot. It was something we did often. We had several places to choose from and all were super cool. Part of the experience included the challenge of overfilling your bowl. It was not frowned upon and even encouraged.

I’d start with a modest bit of protein, then add lots of veggies, especially onions. One time, a lady picked up my plate by accident. She came back and loudly complained, “Well, this certainly isn’t mine. It’s all onions! Hurrumph!”

For me, the finishing touch was always the bean sprouts, which were very easy to pile up high. I called it my “Marge Simpson hair.”

The good places with then have lots of sauces that you could try in different combinations. They even have “recipes” that consisted of two scoops of this, one scoop of that, etc. And you could make it as hot or as mild as you wanted.


Then I moved to this small town. Here there is a dearth of restaurants and the Mongolian BBQ places are few and far between. And when you do find one, they have heartwarming little signs that read: DO NOT OVERFILL BOWL. Charmed to be sure. 😦

However, this post is not about any of that. 🙂 This is a story about obnoxious and spoiled little shits. We went to one our favorite Mongolian BBQ places. (This was before we moved to this small town, before the dark times.)

The table next to us had a family. A mom, a dad, and two asshole brothers. They were loud and obnoxious. And, I couldn’t help but notice that they had fully loaded their bowls with nothing but beef. Big, gigantor helpings of solid beef. Not one other ingredient could be found in their bowls. Niiice. Classy.

And the kicker? Some of you may have already guessed. They picked at their bowls briefly and then … they were done. What a fucking waste of food.

They say child abuse is bad
But in this case I think it’s legal
I’d like to chain them to their rooms
And set fire to their beagle … in Suburbia

The moral of this story: There is always someone willing to come along and spoil a good thing for the rest of us. And, of course, their self-absorbed spineless parents enabling them every freakin’ step of the way!

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  1. Reblogged this on Shouts from the Abyss and commented:

    The WordPress “random post” feature found this bit of regurgitation and, for once, I happen to agree. It got no likes, no comments, no love. Feel free to pile on without limits.


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