Korean themed Sausages in Sawtelle Japantown.
From the outside, it looks like a Deli, a large glass display case out in front. Only that’s not meat or cole slaw that’s on display. It’s not even the sausages that give the place it’s name.
They’re rice balls.
Oookay. This is the Seoul Sausage Company. I can roll with rice balls.
The restaurant is small. Not a table to be seen, at least inside. There are two long communal seating areas, one running along the length of the kitchen, and the other toward the front of the restaurant. Seats a little more than a dozen people. There are two tables outside, but given how warm it is today, it’ll take a hale and hardy soul to drop down into one of those.
To the left, I see another display case, only this one containing racks upon racks of cold beverages. One of them has got my name on it. Don’t know which one. I’ll figure that out in a minute. It’ll take just a glance over, right after I’ve ordered up.
But that’s going to be a minute, because…well, Seoul Sausage Company isn’t even open yet. Got here five minutes too early. Nothing to do, but take a seat at the table for the hale and hardy, and roast a little…oh, and examine the menu, easily visible through the window. It’s just the way I like it, barely a dozen items. This way, I know what they make is what they’re good at. It’s simple, direct.
Simple and direct…kinda like the sun just now. To say that it’s out is an understatement. It’s like wherever I choose the stand, the great magnifying glass in the sky is taking dead aim at this side of the building and hammering away.
Yeah, let me make my decision now. Mexican Coke. Ice cold Mexican Coke. That’s what’s got my name on it.
Oh, I am so not sitting outside when I get whatever I get. There’s a stool deep inside the air conditioning restaurant that’s also got my name on it.
Once you’re inside (and thank the good Lord I’m inside now), and the place reminds me of Chego of all places. Nowadays if I walk into a place, and see a mess of skateboarding stickers with decently loud, but good music playing over the speakers, I think of Chego.
Well if you’re going to copy off anyone’s paper, or copy anyone’s vibe, Roy Choi is the way to go. Let’s the whole affair a good, easygoing attitude.
But what about the sausages?
The Galbi Sausage is a perfectly cooked, and put into an artisanal bun, and it was okay. Only okay. It’s not the tastiest sausage I’ve had, but it’s hard not to appreciate the effort
Here’s the thing, that first bite…was a bit plain. The sausage was good, tasted a bit of kick in the meat. The bun was fantastic, but I just didn’t taste whatever magic spell the Galbi Sausage was supposed to put on me.
Then I realized. I was missing something. I was missing mustard. Better look and see where…
Uh, hold up.
No, they’re not out or anything, they uh….they don’t use it here.
I was about to use the DMZ sauce (more on that in a minute) when I looked underneath the sausage, and saw what they meant for me. The Galbi Sausage is a handmade Korean BBQ beef sausage, with garlic jalapeño aioli and Kimchi relish. So as I kept eating, I finally tasted the aioli and the relish. It was only okay to me, and looking at the ingredients, maybe it’s for the best that they didn’t have any mustard.
Next time (and there will be a next time) I’m going to go with the Spicy Pork sausage with apple cabbage cole slaw. But I’d be real interested in trying the Galbi Sausage plain…but with Mustard.
I also tried the Flaming Rice Balls. Now these, I really, really liked. The Flaming Ball is cheesy Kimchi fried rice ball with spicy pork served with the house made DMZ sauce (garlic jalapeño kimchi Sriracha aioli). Perfectly cooked up, perfectly tasty on its own, even without the DMZ sauce. This I’m definitely having again.
IMPORTANT SAFETY TIP, PEOPLE: This is going to be about the parking. Location, will be covered in a minute, but be sure to take that ticket with you into the restaurant and get it stamped. Parking is a bit pricey in this area, but’s free if you get a stamp, and then all you’re paying is a tip.
And please leave a decent tip for those guys It’s bad enough to work in the sun, but then get Limited for a tip?
PARKING: The choices here are metered street or Valet. If you’re looking for Street Parking, forget it. You’d have more luck hitting the Powerball. There is a Valet stand directly to the left of the the restaurant. Just pull in off Mississippi, hand over keys and you’re there. Make sure you get a validation or hold onto your receipt.
Seoul Sausage Company
11313 Mississippi Ave.
Los Angeles, CA 90025
Tel: (310) 477-7739
Daily: 12:00 – 9:30 pm