Years ago two friends and myself drove down Huntington Blvd (I think?) in East LA after playing volleyball at East LA College, looking for something to eat.
I swear, we could not read any of the signs, to even give us a *hint* of something edible. It was as if we were in the middle of a foreign country.
And as you know, with that culture, you kind of have to be careful of what you ask for, LOL.
Just make sure you ask for Bulgogi instead of K-gogi.
Bulgogi=beef
Kgogi=puppy