Mizu 212 – It Makes Jimmy Think of College Sports

Gradually, I am making my way through those silly promises I made to myself at the beginning of this year. Remember those? Yeah, resolutions, which most people forgot by the second week of January. Given that I probably won’t fully accomplish any of them, I’m hoping to at least attempt accomplishing some of them before I completely throw them out the window. Slow and steady wins the race, I tell myself.

On the original list, number 6 is “Finish what I start,” which includes the mini-project with which I challenged myself at the beginning of last year. I call it Lost in Translation. I said I’d get through all the restaurants along Sawtelle Boulevard, a little strip in West LA affectionately known simply as “Sawtelle” to those in the know. Yes, Sawtelle Boulevard, running from Santa Monica Boulevard to the north, and culminating in one big glorious collection of plazas at Olympic Boulevard to the south, is cutely fruitly, Japanime joint after Giant robot after ramen house.

Nestled in the folds of the majority Japanese restaurants and stores however, are an occasional Chinese restaurant or Taiwanese boba cafe. Yes, what was once almost all Japanese is now being invaded by the other Asians. Sawtelle isn’t Little Tokyo West anymore. When once the strip was a little piece of Osaka, it is now simply a mélange à trois, if you will, and oh, I know you will – of obviously Japanese, less obvious but still securely Chinese, and what seems to be a secretly disguised infiltration by…the Koreans.

There is no outwardly Korean restaurant with a Sawtelle address. You see, the Koreans are coming in via the back door. A restaurant that serves Korean soon doo-boo isn’t named one of those very obviously Korean restaurant names like Jin-joo Doo-boo, or even something English that is clearly indicative of Korea, like Korea Secret Seoul Tofu Garden. It is called Tofu-ya, which uses the Japanese “ya” to mean “place that serves,” like yakitori-ya is a place that serves yakitori. “Ya!” in Korean, if I remember correctly from my hahn-gul hahg-gyo (Korean language school, for y’all laypeeps) days, means “Hey, stupid ho!”

It’s not just Korean restaurants that are disguised with Japanese names. Presumably Japanese restaurants that serve Japanese food like Asahi Ramen are actually owned by, ahem, Koreans. I believe the owners of Asahi Ramen also own Tofu-ya.

I’m not sure why such is the situation on Sawtelle. I sense that perhaps Koreans in LA have a bit of an inferiority complex when it comes to their food, with Japanese cuisine being so highly touted these days. No one really pays attention to Korean food (even though I am convinced that 2006 will be the year of galbee). Why can’t Koreans just be proud of their fetid, stinky kimchee? Why must they hide and try to integrate themselves into another culture instead of really nurturing the beauty of their own heritage? Why do they have to hide behind Anglicized names, plastic surgery, tattooed makeup, mystic tanning, highlights, and a circle of “white friends?!?!” Oh, um, never mind.

But, I digress.

The point of my original post is that, with the exception of the places that closed too soon before I had a chance to try them, as well as Curry House simply because I am loyal to Hurry Curry, I’ve tried just about every restaurant on the strip. I just haven’t written about all of them. Now I can check Mizu 212 off the list. Shabu shabu house, Mizu 212, like many of those restaurants on Sawtelle, is owned by Koreans. What does that mean? Nothing really, except that it now ties two seemingly unrelated ideas together. Eating along Sawtelle and Koreans.

I am no stranger to Mizu 212, but this was my first time back in a long time. I probably went a half-dozen times within the first three months of its opening, but after that, only once every 18 months or so on average (not to sound like I’m trainspotting or anything). It was nice that shabu shabu was available, but somehow I felt cheated, paying $20 for something that I grew up eating out of a trendy-for-the-70s mustard yellow Sunbeam electric skillet in the center of our beige Formica-topped table. $20. Ouch. Let me put it in a less Asian way. It’d be like paying $20 for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, that doesn’t even come with a happy ending.

We went to Mizu 212 because my sister was having a craving for shabu shabu, which I couldn’t quite understand. It’s not that I don’t like shabu shabu, it’s just that, again, we ate a lot of it, albeit a Koreanized version of it, growing up, so much to the point where my total lifetime quota of shabu shabu was fulfilled by the age of 10. (Oh damn, there it is again! Koreans trying to be Japanese!). I’ve had enough, so I don’t crave it, but I certainly don’t mind eating it. My sister and I grew up in the same house and yet, she still craves the stuff as if she had only eaten it twice in her life and it consisted of wildly exotic ingredients that are too difficult to find on her own. I am sure she eats vegetables, beef, and tofu on a fairly regular basis. But we went there because this time we had a large enough group that could, by majority rule, override Jimmy’s protests that he doesn’t like the stuff.

Jimmy’s argument is that he doesn’t like to go out to eat and pay for service when he ends up doing all the work cooking. I understand his point, but it is also difficult for someone who enjoys cooking to really understand his feelings. However, it goes beyond merely an objection to “paying to cook my own food.” At the risk of starting a family feud or worse (better?) yet getting myself blackballed from all future family food outings for such gross oversimplification, I am going to say that Jimmy’s food and taste preferences go back to the all-American ballpark. It’s not all-American “sports,” since baseball isn’t a real sport. ;) Anyway, they key word is “all-American.”

You see, although he looks Korean on the outside and can speak to my parents in fluent Korean (they speak to him in English), Jimmy is the most all-American Richie Cunningham sunny southern California white-bread (literally) guy I know. Yes, I said “white-bread” because when he eats a sandwich, Jimmy proudly requests Wonder White. For goodness’ sake, we could even narrow Jimmy down to being a life-time Westsider since he was born with Tito’s Tacos in his mouth at Santa Monica UCLA Medical Center, we’ve driven by his elementary school in West LA, and he grew up in a house just north of UCLA. Jimmy didn’t attend UCLA, but he is still a successful product of The System (Go Bears!). You know, because Cal being a better school and all might have increased his chances at becoming President of the United States some day ;)

In addition to the invisible red, white and blue full-body tattoo, Jimmy has an unrivaled fanatacism for sports, which I have mentioned before in a post about fantasy leagues. If the wedding slideshow photo of him in complete football gear really wasn’t one of those $25 dressed up Glamour shots ;), then yes, Jimmy played sports in high school, he “played” IM sports in college, and even played kickball in Korea with a team that was named something that makes me roll on the floor with Koreanized English haiku laughter, the Thumbs. Oops! Did I say kickball? I meant t-ball. Go, Thumbs! LOL! It is in this utter sports-driven fantasy world that Jimmy eats his meals like he’s at Dodger Stadium, even when we’re at an extravagant seafood brunch buffet – French fries and corn dogs. I am quite certain that we somehow faked left, faked right, and scored Jimmy at Mizu 212 by leaving off the boiling point of water in Fahrenheit and simply saying we were going to “Mizu.” It sounds just like “Mizzou.” If you’re into college sports, the way Jimmy is into sports, then you know that the Tigers didn’t even earn an invitation to Prince Charming’s NCAA Ball this year ;)

Though Mizu 212 has a few tables, which I always find are far more conducive to enjoyable meal-time conversation for a group of more than two, they were all taken by the time we got there, so we were relegated to sitting side-by-side at the bar across from Felix the Cat. The server behind the bar turned on the small burners built into the bar top in front of each of our seats, and made sure that each stainless steel pot was filled with liquid. The menu is straighforward, offering beef, chicken, seafood, and vegetarian shabu shabu dinners, as well as any of the items a la carte. Now, if it were up to my sister, who is the consummate carnivore, she would have made two orders of a la carte beef for herself, but I don’t think Mizu 212 allows that. We ordered, and Jimmy launched into why shabu shabu is an expensive sham.

mizu 212, los angeles, ca - beef for shabu shabu
here’s the beef
mizu 212, los angeles, ca - vegetable plate
if you’re starved, eat them raw

There is some preparation of the ingredients involved, but I can’t imagine that it takes too much effort to arrange vegetables and frozen sliced beef on a plate. Our food took an unusually long time to come from the kitchen. Of course, it’s not even ready to eat; we still have to cook it. By this time, in my hunger-induced haze, I was finding myself siding with Jimmy on shabu shabu. Our conversation quieted and each of us focused on the culinary task at hand.

The food doesn’t take long to cook. It’s always a good idea, from my experience, to dump most of the vegetables into the boiling water right away, since they take a little longer to get tender. Of course, at Mizu, I ate the sweet red bell peppers and carrots raw as a salad because I was starved. Meats, however, are sliced paper-thin, so they simply require a momentary “swish” around the boiling water before they’re cooked.

mizu 212, los angeles, ca - dipping sauces
sesame dipping sauce laced with jif?

Mizu offers the standard dipping sauces for shabu shabu. After retrieving the cooked meat or vegetables from their bubbling bath, my preference is for the light, thin ponzu sauce. The thick, sweet sesame sauce, I am convinced, is laced with Jif. But don’t quote me on that.

There are small plastic containers of grated radish, chopped scallions, and minced garlic at each place setting. I have never figured out what the proper Japanese use of these condiments/garnishes are. It might send some Japanese shabu shabu connoisseurs into cardiac arrest, but I turn the plastic containers over on their sides and dump enormous spoonfuls of the garlic and scallions into the boiling water as if I were creating the base for some deliciously flavorful Korean soup. If it’s wrong, I sooo don’t want to be right, because I always ask for a spoon so I can lovingly sip “soup” right out of that pot at the very end. If they had hot sauce, I would add that, too, but I have asked before and Mizu doesn’t have any. That’s strange, since the place is owned by Koreans. What kind of Korean doesn’t have hot sauce hidden back there on the bottom shelf of the fridge?!?!

Shabu shabu is a very clean, refreshing meal, but it’ll probably be another 18-24 months before I go back to Mizu 212, if at all. There are a few more shabu shabu restaurants that have opened up in West LA in recent years that aren’t quite as expensive, and feel warmer than the stark zen stone and metal decor of Mizu. Besides, maybe Jimmy is right. If I’m going to cook it myself, I may as well perpetrate Japanese in the privacy of my own home with the mustard yellow Sunbeam electric skillet I inherited from Mom.

Mizu 212
2000 Sawtelle Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA 90025
310.478.8979

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  • Maure

    It’s difficult to comment on a still-gestating post – but i do dig on your photo here sarah – it
    exudes some of the floral sensuality of Georgia O’Keeffe,
    though with fewer calories.

    Speaking of photos – did you notice the photo of the chocolate souffle in yesterdays la times calendar section (maxmillians) looked exactly like yours of the pancakes from lazy daisy cafe –
    s. irene has been picture-plagarizing from your delicious life.

  • djjewelz

    Sure looks like shabu shabu to me! Holler!

  • djjewelz

    I totally forgot and this is completely offtopic: but I have sets from Carl Cox, Diggers, Sasha, and Sandra Collins from WMC if you’re interested. Just email me :)

  • Anonymous

    Shabu Shabu! but uh, Where’s the beef?

  • jackt

    dude i walked by that place just yesterday. was too fancy looking for my ghetto-ized taste buds hahah so we schlepped to tofu ya across the street. but as soon as you write it up we’ll probably want to go back to sawtelle to try out mizu.

  • sarah

    maure: georgia o keefe, huh? i was kinda going more for mapplethorpe. LOL!

    djjewelz: did you go to wmc?!?!

    anonymous: beef. oh, the beef. it’s coming…i had veggie, but others with me had double beef. LOL!

    jackt: it’s worth a try, but one of my complaints is that it’s a little pricey for what you get, and the boiling water pot is too far away so it’s messy. but then again, that’s just me. i can do shabu shabu at home for friends and family for under $5 a person. LOL!

  • Neil

    It’s another interesting subject to think about — why Americans adore Japanese and Chinese food, but seem to be intimidated by Korean food.

  • Maure

    dear sarah d.

    have to agree with your assessment
    on Mizu 212 – just too pricey for what it is – i mean, where’s the beef?!? sorry, i know i’ll burn in hell for writing that but if rachel ray had said that it would have been cute.

    shabu shabu and fondue have their places but as metioned perhaps best for a dinner party or poker night with the boys.

    A Cal alum as future prez of these united states? I think you spent to much time in the kitchen at
    Barrington Hall.

  • Anonymous

    that place that used to be upper house (the opposite of nijiya market, now called espresso and boba) is now owned by a korean. yes, koreans are taking over sawtelle, one store at a time!

  • santos.

    it’s not just koreans in la, but like, everywhere. although, a lot of koreans that go to la get there through guam (easiest port of entry to the us–invest in a business on island, sit around for a couple years for your green card, split to the mainland). we’ve got tons of japanese restaurants owned by koreans. back in the day, i know japanese generally tended to look down on koreans (so much so that my best friend from high school had a completely different japanese name that she used when she lived in japan). but now all things korean are very trendy, so we even have restaurants with korean food that cater to japanese tastes.

    sort of related: now we have an influx of chinese people opening up vietnamese restaurants and vice versa. wtf?

  • sarah

    neil: i think about it a lot, and korean food will take a long time. i mean, obviously, chinese and japanese were intoduced earlier, and so have been around a lot longer. however, i think it will still take a long time for americans to adopt korean cuisine because the flavors are so strong. chinese is often considered greasy or oily, but many of the popular dishes are not wildly spicy or pungent. and japanese food is fairly mild overall. of course, sushi is “exotic” because it’s raw, but on the coasts, it’s now a health food. a little while ago, korean food was touted as healthy because of the barbecue factor and the fact that it fit in with the low-carb craze, but we know where that has gone.

    maure: nothing that comes out of rr’s mouth is cute. lol!

    anonymous: i just wish a korean-korean place would open up on sawtelle! (not just tofu-ya)

    santos: koreans are trendy??! i don’t believe it :)

  • Foodie Universe

    The thick sauce is odd. I think it’s laced with sawdust. And yeah, $20 does seem like a lot considering that you go home still hungry and for $7 you could have more than enough to eat at Asahi.

    I would like to see more Korean food on the Westside. Yum.

  • sarah

    foodieuniverse: lol! sawdust! i have had the sesame (goma) sauce before at other places, and it tastes MUCH better – not so much like peanut butter, you know? dang cheap koreans always trying to stiff us like that! ;)

  • Anonymous

    lol, i find this entry quite entertaining only bc i currently work at mizu 212 right now. yes, i am that girl running back and forth from the kitchen with large plates of beef. ok granted that i work there i can’t really say much on the owner’s behalf. i am not going to sit here and say mizu is the BEST. i still like downtown’s shabushabu house with old man shabu and the clipboard. but hey, for the westside i think mizu is not too shabby and cool place to hang out with friends and drink a beer. try coming out for lunch. our prices are cheaper. thanks.

    julie, mizu employee

  • Anonymous

    oh and also, i’m a korean girl working @ mizu and i don’t think koreans should be put on blast like that. our korean parents work really hard to run these mom & pop joints. my parents run a hamburger place in the oc. what do koreans know about hamburgers? nothing. they’re just trying to make moves. but hey, come visit me anyway! maybe you’ll get a free bottle of beer for mentioning this website.

    julie

  • Anonymous

    No matter what the cuisine, it’s my observation that skilled Mexicans are doing an excellent job making most of the great restaurant food in West Los Angeles and in the future will own most of the restaurants including sushi bars. Just enjoy the food!

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