Last night, Mr. Kim took me out to run some errands between classes. We missed dinner, so he took me to a place near his house called The Onigiri. It was a small restaurant that appeared to be geared toward take-out, but we were able to grab one of the two dine-in tables.
The first thing that caught my eye was the design. It was clean and modern, with light colors and no clutter. My favorite detail was the way that they posted the hours of operation.
Mr. Kim told me to have a seat, and he ordered a meal for me. Because we can’t communicate very well, I have learned to sit back, relax, and get ready for a surprise. Fortunately, this time it was a good surprise. He ordered Jamok-bop, a Japanese rice dish, for me. The only way I can think to describe it is that it’s like a tuna melt and a sushi roll had a derricious (delicious) baby.
The soup that came with it was decent too. Unfortunately, Mr. Kim still insists on ordering me only non-spicy dishes. At least once a week I hear, “no worry, Wirriam. I order you no spicy.” At the school cafeteria, teachers often warn me: “carefur, it berry hot.” I don’t know who told the Koreans that their food is the spiciest in the world – but they lied. While there is some spicy food, I have yet to eat something really rocked my world. And that’s saying a lot. By American standards, I’m a whimp when it comes to spicy foods.
Last weekend, after the funeral, we went to dinner at a restaurant near a place called Yangji. They serve a spicy fish soup that is amazing. I was about halfway finished with my soup when someone realized that I had not been properly warned. A couple of the teachers told me to be careful, because it’s hot. I KNOW HOW HOT IT IS….I’M EATING IT RIGHT NOW! YOU JUST WATCHED ME PUT IT IN MY MOUTH!!! Of course, I didn’t say that out loud. I smiled, nodded, and kept eating it. Later, I noticed that some of the Koreans were starting to sweat and drinking lots of water. That’s when I realized that it really is super hot – to them.
Until next time.