YiShan Korean Restaurant — Restaurant in City of Middletown

Prior to calling the former Tony Boffas' Italian eatery on Railroad Avenue their home, this restaurant served outstanding Authentic Korean Food. During the past, their former location was relegated to family, usually a mother and daughter duo. Today however, the sullied restaurant has multiple hands in the kitchen and as well as in the front. The latter is being controlled by former Tony Boffas' owners. As the saying goes, "too many chefs spoil the food" especially if you formerly governed a now defunct restaurant. Last time I looked over at the world map, I do not remember Italy and Korea being situated near each other. So it easy to understand the collision course being laid out right in front of you.

On my last visit, the taste, quality, and authenticity has died. My food was disgustingly hard to chew. Factually, the meat being served is the cheapest meat available and often served as meat served on taco stands called palomino. Trust me on this, walk into any Korean restaurant and get the Bulgogi or the Kalbigui, and you will get Rib bone steak sliced and marinated to perfection. At this pseudo-Korean restaurant, the marinated beef is served where you literally needed scissors to cut it. When I complained, the former Italian restauranteur stated that I was over cooking the steak. Keep in mind that I enjoy my steak "Medium-Rare." This was followed by her daughter who stated that we ate most of it. Factually, it was all on the grill and the entire second half was on the plate it was served on.

Prior to the steak, we ordered the broiled squid. This dish was literally bathe in sugar; Overwhelmingly so. My fiancé and I have had these dishes at their former location and it was delicious. Today, unless you enjoy visiting vascular surgeons for the impending diabetes, stay away. Now if you are into self- mutilation and wish to pay someone $72.00 to do it for you, may I suggest you pay these fakers to do it for you and enjoy the slop-show. Don't say I did not warn you! Good Yuck.

In response to the interlopers of Korean Food I'll say this: Thanks for proving my theory on meddling in cuisine you know nothing about. Your antiquated establishment along with historical frugality underscores my angst against you. If the Korean family purchased the location, it's time for all of you to move on and not meddle in any way or form with the new owners who may very well be intimidated to shove you to the side. They were doing fantastically well at their previous location without your presence. Just like the implosion of your Italian restaurant, you are certainly contributing to the demise of this Korean location.

As far as racism, please don't make me laugh. It was through your racist eyes that you assumed that my fiancé and I, who by the way is African American, and I am a Hispanic American, were dumb enough to fall for your bait and switch of quality food for cheap, disgusting, garbage; and how do I know the historical frugal minded people of Italy? Well, my eldest daughter is an Italian American, Puerto Rican Mixed, young lady. In any case, thanks for showcasing your ignorance of multi-ethnic people of this lovely country...but stay the hell out of...

Despite having a wonderful and kind server, we had a very unpleasant experience at this restaurant. Apart from the calamari, most of the food was nothing to write home about. That being said, we were served a very dissatisfying plate of wings. They had next to no sauce and were served cold. We were also confused on how the price jumped 10 dollars in adding 2 wings. The buffalo wings we had as an appetizer (6 pieces) were about $10, but the sweet and spicy wings (8 pieces) were about $20. Our fries also came out before the everything else, despite being a side, forcing us to eat them early so they didn’t get cold. When served these wings, we ate only one wing between the two of us and asked if we could possibly have them removed from the bill as they were cold and we disliked them. We were then made to speak with the manager. Her name was Marie and she was not only very unprofessional, but also disappointingly aggressive. She repeatedly invalidated our feelings about the food and made an attempt to catch us in a lie. When we explained that they were cold, she first said that they were cooked in the same place as our other wings which we did not complain about, in an attempt to call us out on a “lie.” When we explained that they came out at separate times, she had nothing to say in return other than waving in our face that she usually sells 40 of the dish a day without a complaint. There was no one there on a Sunday evening, so this was far from believable. She also tried to say that the fact that we had eaten the wings made her unable to give us a refund, though, in reality, we split only split one single wing. How were we supposed to know it was bad if we didn’t eat it? Hospitality is far from the industry for her, to say the least. Marie then proceeded to walk away quickly to get the owner without resolving much. We had to wait quite a while and felt very uncomfortable while we did. It was like we were held hostage being that we couldn’t just get up and leave and were waiting for the owner for quite some time. In the end, we had to find our server to pay and leave. The wings did end up not being on our bill, but the experience to get there was very unpleasant and could have easily...

Hey man, so my buddy and I stumbled upon this joint while we were cruising through town, right? We walk in and, dude, it felt like we wandered into some kind of Asian spa, man. It was as quiet as a library in there, and they had this mellow Asian garden music playing real low. The vibe was trippin’ me out, man, totally weird. Plus, there was like only one other table with people.

So, I ordered the grilled shrimp, thinking it was gonna be groovy, but oh man, they were some of the worst shrimp I ever had, dude. They were drenched in this slick sauce that made 'em impossible to grip. And get this, they were so overcooked that the shells stuck to the meat, man. When I finally got the shells off, the shrimp were all mushy, like totally gnarly. They were inedible, man, straight up.

We sent them back to the kitchen, and the chef peeled 'em and sent 'em back, but they were still all mushy and had bits of shell stuck on them. Even the chef couldn’t fix 'em, man.

Did they take 'em off the bill? Nope. They just knocked 'em down to half price. They should’ve been free, man, ‘cause that was some nasty, disgusting garbage.

And, like, I hope the chef didn't use the bathroom that I used, man, 'cause there was no soap in there! Disgusting!

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