Just down the hill from my sister’s house in Korea sits a nondescript hole-in-the-wall restaurant. I can’t even tell you what’s it’s called. What I can tell you is that the food is delicious!
Britt’s buddy Oliver – aka Slim (all the pilots have call signs) – is stationed here unaccompanied, but his wife, Heather, was in town for the week, so they joined us for dinner Sunday night. Nobody working at the restaurant spoke English, much less offered English-language menus.
Slim confidently ordered, “Two beef, one pork,” which turned out to be lots of small beef steaks and several pieces of thick bacon plopped on the grills built in to our tables. The waitress piled up the perimeter with small dishes of kimchi, salads, lettuce leaves, sauces, whole garlic, glass noodles, pickled veggies, rice, soups and a breaded schnitzel-esque meat.
After the meat cooked, we rolled it up in lettuce leaves with random selections from the smorgasbord. Yum!
I forgot my camera, so I commandeered Slim’s iPhone to document the evening.
We kicked off the meal with a little glass of soju, the ubiquitous Korean rice wine, but I quickly switched to beer.
Britt pouring the local beer, Cass.
Scissors for cutting the meat.
Megan, Heather and me (before and after Meg dropped her kimchi).
The food looks great, you guys look cold! Tony looks Euro 🙂