Hancook was the first attempt, followed by Joons. I had strived to improve, but felt discouraged each time when the lack of mildness cast my mouth ablaze.
Gathering my fellow victims post-Playdium run (since karaoke rooms had hit max capacity during happy hour), I took my first step into the somewhat recent Korean restaurant opening, with firmly pointing towards the $35.99 dish being my sole purpose.
The dining hall was fairly spacious and featured tables of all sizes, and given that it wasn't particularly busy, my claustrophobic self was, indeed, a bit surprised that we were situated in such an odd spot.
I later learned that this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, for the bathroom was in close proximity, the clock was in clear view, and both first-line staff members could easily see our raised hands.
The Spicy Cheese Chicken also included two Stainless steel bowls filled to the brim with plump, starchy grains.
Next came the tabletop griddle, which was admittedly spotty for a device that is to be cleaned on a regular basis.
It is essential, at this point, to draw attention to the title of this recount: Death by Spicy Chicken is a painful, and undoubtedly accurate, representation of this visit. With even the teeniest amount of the spicy sauce leaking into my small spoonful of rice, tears were summoned. Urgent gasps for water and a runny nose followed. To be frank, I couldn't quite taste anything besides hotness.
The bowl was, without a doubt, my favourite dish of the evening. From its substantial size to boundless flavour, from the soft, chewy noodles to the stellar sauce-to-noodle ratio, it was everything I could have longed for in casual Korean comfort food. Another winning element was its seriously economic price: at $7.99, it was not only tastier but more satisfactory than the likes of Song Cook's and Wow.
Service was prompt and friendly, despite the minimum number of waitstaff. The middle-aged lady that served us also had no issues with conducting a thorough scrub of the area before me when I pointed out sticky remnants from previous diners.
Washrooms were also relatively clean, albeit a bit chilly, and stocked with sufficient toiletries.
Maybe I should tack that to the end of my to-try list - a spice-less version, of course. Surrendering sleep due to a lurching stomach and raised metabolism levels is not an ordeal I'd like to undergo on a regular basis.