Or so I thought……
So we sit down and order some beef….and the ajuma starts speaking korean, and we think she said they don’t have beef and she kept saying ”pork chops, pork chops”….ok, pork sounds good too, we were hungry. The ajuma brings us a bottle of soju and we relax in our chairs, waiting for our dinner….mmm…..
Next thing we know, she brings out our barbeque pan and that thing looks like a sausage? We figured it was intestines…..ok…what happened to our pork chops?! Then Ethan calls us back and he joins us at the table. Sitting down, he starts laughing at us, because ajuma wasn’t saying “pork chops”, she was saying “gob chan” which means, pig intestines. Ok, I thought, I’ll give it a try, it can’t be that bad!
I pick up a piece, and put it into my mouth…..doesn’t have too much taste to it, just a bit salty…then something squished out of the inside and all I could taste was pig. It takes a about a minute to chew that tiny piece, and it was making me hungrier by the second….So there, I had a piece. It wasn’t to the point of repulsion, but I don’t think I’ll try it again. Tommy didn’t like it one bit…ok, bill please! We look at it…13 bucks, that’s alrite~ but wait…..there were TWO SERVES….so it was 26 bucks total! For something we didn’t eat?? But at least I took away the bottle of soju…hey, we paid for that shit.
Ethan tells us that he’s been roaming the streets trying to find a place that’s actually still open….outback was closed, kalbi place was closed, even pizza place was closed. How many instructors does it take to find dinner on a Monday night at 10 pm??
After a whole lot of walking and roaming, we decide to stick with the usual. Why be adventurous? Why try find new places (they aren’t even open!!)….good old kimbab around the corner. In we go, we sit down and order our food and think, finally….we can have a decent meal in our stomachs!! Then……….
Oh, what now?!
The man who took our orders looked drunk. His face was all red and he starts giving us shit! He says we’re causing him inconvenience by ordering 3 separate dishes…hell, he was drunk. So Ethan (our Korean instructor) has a bit of an argument with him……………………………….a
Oh….dinner. How hard can that be??
Finally, finally…..after all that locomotion, we still ended up at some other kimbab place. What’s the saying about sticking with what you know??
Ahh…the adventures of a late-night dinner…..