Lasung refers to a traditional dish or a character trait.
"Hello, my name is Ron W. and I am an addict. I would slow dance on glowing coals to eat a proper Donkatsu (Breaded Pork Cutlet). I'm here to share as I've been clean and satiated for one day".
This square spotless box turns out a version worthy enough to support an LA support group (Donkatsu Anonymous).
The surrounding neighborhood is kinda funky but you have a better chance of getting bonked on the head in Beverly Hills for sporting a Roberto Cavalli purse or a Rollie Yacht Master. Park in the tiny lot and figure out how to maneuver out later.
The Decor: Full Tech. Headsets for Servers to pass orders to the busy kitchen, a bolted down computer monitor to poke pictures of what you want or if you ask politely you can have a laminated geezer Menu to peruse.
The dining room feels like a surgical suite because it's as clean as one. Concrete flooring and faux marble tables insure the K-Pop loop will bounce around the space like a racquetball.
The vibe is a Donkatsu factory cranking out mega Cutlets the size of a truck tire.
Staff: 2nd and 3rd generations of K-kids, all friendly, helpful and eager to please as your new puppy.
Quick as crystal, food begins to appear moments after you've ordered.
What's to eat? America's favorite flavor is crispy and the Donkatsu here qualifies. They use fresh Asian style Panko with jagged larger shards than massed produced breadcrumbs, ergo, the crust is very crunchy as it should be.
Your Server will bring a carafe full of Ice Water before running to the kitchen and returning with a cup of Cream of Corn Soup. It was interesting. Not very Corny as much as Roux-y, but either way I defy you not to finish it.
Next out is a modest Banchan offering (a traditional bottomless tasting of pickled this and that). Here, it was three items, Spicy Persian Cucumbers in a Gochujang Siracha Sauce that had crunch and an easy twang of heat, pickled half moons of Daikon, and in third place some pickled Jalapenos with enough heat to put you in a braced attention.
Nibble on all that for a few minutes as the Donkatsu is not far behind.
The dinner plates and their cargo are so substantial they can only be carried one at time.
I looked up from my Chopsticks vice griping a Daikon and witnessed a monster Cutlet wending its way to my table. That thing would be more than Godzilla could eat. "Did you invite your entire family to join us?" I asked the Server. "Of course they are all welcome and if they all showed up there would still be plenty of left overs to take home".
At this point its time to talk Donkatsu, but before we do, there are side dishes that accompany each Cutlet. A mound of White Rice for mopping up the Sauces (Spicy, Regular and Curry or all three at the same time), a shredded Cabbage Salad with islandless Thousand Island Dressing, and a large spoon of delicious delicate Mac 'n Cheese. Mini Elbows with a light cheesy Sauce and a sprinkle of Corn Kernels that may have escaped from the Soup. No matter, it was wonderful.
The pasta was dispatched as if I was challenging Joey Chestnut.
A first look at the size of the Cutlet made me think this was a Squid Game I might not survive.
This is a thin Donkatsu for maximum crunch. You can find 1 1/2 inch thick Cutlets but not here where actual size matters. The meat is tender once you saw through the edges. You want porky chew in every bite, order the Rose Cutlet which is more fatty creating extra tenderness and taste.
Does the Cutlet here equal the pillow sized beast which flops over the huge plate at all four compass points? Arguably, Lasung's Cutlet does.
Should Lasung make a Cutlet with a spritz of Lemon Juice, a tablespoon of Capers, several crosses of Anchovy Filets and half a dozen Fried Eggs on top? Absolutely, of course they should as Seoul is only 6,129 miles from Vienna.
All things considered this place is well Lasung. read more