Sorabol is the reason I decide on eating the same things all the time.
A few days ago, Pirate Sarita and I decided to try out a place we've never seen in the Glendale Galleria. I believe the interaction went as so, "How come we've never eaten here before?" "I don't know, we should try it on our way out." It was as if the Food Gods were shitting above us, shining a light on the worst possible place to consume what Sorabol calls food.
Hoping we had stumbled upon a Panda Express type restaurant, we decide to share a combo plate, which by the price listing sounded reasonably cheep, and you know how hard it is for a Pirate to resist a deal! We choose the 2 meat entree, which came with your choice of white or brown rice, or glass noodles. Oh, glass noodles, yes please!
The meat selection was dismal. There was Lemon Chicken, which we sampled upon entering, and the other questionable choices included some beef that looked like cat diarrhea, another beef dish that also resembled cat diarrhea, and a single piece of dried up fish that was topped with a sauce that resembled cat diarrhea. But wait, light at the end of the tunnel, potstickers! So we went with the glass noodles, lemon chicken and potstickers.
"What is your 2nd meat choice?" asked the surly lady behind the sneeze guard.
"Potsitckers," we replied.
"No, those are extra 89 cents."
What? This is clearly not Panda Express.
After annoying us with the food selection, we just folded and asked for 2 potstickers on the side and a drink to share.
"$11.75," she says.
WTF@%&^(*)(&)(^*%&WTF?
We paid the lady the money, but only after sizable amount of bitching, and proceeded to our table. I could feel her eye-daggers as we ate the disappointing meal.
Glass Noodles tasted like plastic. Lemon Chicken was tasteless. Strange vegetables pickled in a stranger sauce. Potstickers were pretty good. In true Sara and Sara2 fashion (that ones for you, Pete) we complained all the way out of the restaurant, all the way to the car and all the way home. Clearly I'm still upset by the situation because I'm complain typing about it days after the fact.
Never eat at Sorabol. Never ever. It's awful and disgusting and I refuse to be elegant about the way I describe it. No frilly language or funny jokes, this place SUCKS! It deserves all caps, an overused teenage complaint word and an exclamation mark. SUCKS!
I've said my piece.
