I've finally chosen a little spot with the menu on the wall, prices clearly written, and more than three recognizable dishes. Haha, even after standing outside for ten minutes reading the menu (thank God for that day on duty where I decided to learn the alphabet)I still took a good five trying to figure what I wanted. And viola!
Tol sot bim bimbap!!
Wow...THIS is why I came to Korea!! So, I'm minding my own business, putting waaaayyyy too much hot sauce in my bibimbap when the owner comes over and spouts something in Korean. I pick up bap (rice), repeat it five or six times, and humbly explain that my Korean sucks. Five minutes later she's on the phone hovering over me. What's she gonna do, hand me the phone?
...wait... "hello?"
And instead of the broken Korea thick accent I'm expecting, I get a shot of the good ole US of A.
"what's up?"
Five minutes later, he's explained I'm putting too much hot sauce in my food, and he's on his way over to say hello. His name is Steve, and he's been here just over two years. He's the restaurant owner's go to translator.
Best part, he's giving me the rundown on the town.
About an hour later, we part, and I'm up Korean classes, a few cool spots, and the foreigner Facebook page.
And really, this is the Korea I remember. A place where everybody is welcoming, wants to help you out, and is more than happy to make you feel welcome.
Not bad for getting lost on a Saturday night...
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