The Case Against Being Adventurous

There's a Korean crab joint on Western Avenue near 5th street.  I'd walked by a couple times and it looked full of Korean people.  Seemed like a spot worth trying since the wait at Boiling Crab tops 3 hours on a Saturday evening (and people still do it).

Bad idea.  Cost was expensive.  The crab was terrible.  Overcooked to the point of softness.  It was served with an incredible amount of bean sprouts.  Why?  Even the normally reliable Korean side dishes were luke-warm.  Oh yeah, and no one spoke any English.  This is a strictly Korean joint.  In itself, this isn't a problem and certainly would have added to the charm if the food was good.  Unfortunately, it was not.  In this era of yelp, it's becoming tougher and tougher to find your own special places and it becomes less-and-less a matter of finding a nice little spot by trial and error and more about just riding the word of mouth.  I miss the act of discovery.