Monday, October 20

Mister Bossam, Seoul

It's rare that all of our major meals (lunch and dinner) are local food. In Bangkok, we sought relief from Four Seasons Duck Rice and Zen Japanese; in Tokyo, we had burgers and pizzas; but all of places, we managed to do Korean for lunch and dinners in Seoul. I solely attribute this to pregnancy-whacked tastebuds that crave for spicy and savoury.

After having our fair share of carbs and stews, we decided to seek out meat. One of our stops was Mister Bossam, a basement restaurant that specialised in Bossam (steamed pork belly).

There was a self service bar which you could help yourself to mixed grain rice and other side dishes. I was surprised by how much Russell loved the marinated seaweed and unpictured mixed grain rice.

Quite frankly, the pale-looking steamed meat didn't inspire much confidence but this was a classic tale of don't judge the book yada yada. It was incredibly tasty and tender backed up by a depth of smokiness. The accompanying sauces - garlic and gochujang - prevented things from getting monotonous.

It seems as if every table receives a complimentary bibim naengmyeon. To be honest, I wouldn't have ordered it, given my aversion towards cold noodle dishes, but I am glad I got to try it because this single-handedly became one of my favourite discoveries on the trip. Every bite of bibim naengmyeon posed a zesty and refreshing kick to the otherwise meaty meal.

Saturday, October 18

Korean family Restaurant, Seoul

A meaty feast at Korean family Restaurant at Dongdaemun. Galbi, check!

Friday, October 17

(Dinner in) Kkanbu Chicken, Seoul

KW was adamant about having Korean Fried Chicken and bought back a motherfreakin'-awesome-smelling box for dinner one day. 

The name was Kkanbu Chicken. And its game "Feast of the Snowflake Chicken". Pretty much sounds like the sequel of Croching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. 

We took on the challenge of finishing the entire chicken but alas, the chicken outlasted us. At least we polished off the dark meat. 

Another photo because it was simply glorious. Greasebomb glorious.

Crazy crunchy and crispy on the outside, uber moist on the inside.

Having recently acquired a taste for chicken, the little one enjoyed his fair share too.

Along with the fried chicken, KW also bought a couple of gimbal because I had requested for "something light for dinner."

Two sections in and I was done. But not because it was good but my stomach was feeling the heat from the chicken. If only I could pack the gimbap home.

TV dinner in our Sunday best because we like it classy

And soon enough, eat-till-you-drop food coma ensued. Good times. 

Kkanbu Chicken 

Thursday, October 16

Wednesday, October 15

(Dinner in) Street food from Hongdae, Seoul

Some people travel because they want to leave reality. For me, I enjoy creating reality when I travel. One of the things I love to do when I travel is to make believe I live in the city. Visiting restaurants and eating out is fun, but I love it when we buy food "home" and indulge in the comfort of our hotel or service apartment. 

After a crazily crowded afternoon in Hongdae and Ehwa, we packed some street food back for dinner. 

This was my first time trying gimbap and I absolutely love it. I find that I have such a strong aversion towards Korean food but when I try it, I fall hard in love with it. We would certainly not see the last of gimbap anytime soon. 

One of my favourite discoveries on my previous trip to Seoul was twigim (Korean tempura). This time round, I picked out shrimp, cuttlefish, crabstick and perilla leave, green pepper and an assorted vegetable fritter. Double deep-fried on the spot, it amazingly didn't loose its crunch when we had it back at the hotel. 

The twigim, of course, went spectacularly well with chunky tteokbokkis! 

I guess this must be an appropriate time to say, I miss Seoul. 

Tuesday, October 14

When Russell met Mr. Tornado Potato...

We introduced the Munckin to Mr Tornado Potato. It was a good introduction that led Mr Tornado Potato loosing two-thirds of himself.

Monday, October 13

Tteokbokki lunch (spicy rice cake stew), Seoul

With the disappoint of Gogung deeply entrenched in our minds, we decided to keep things spontaneous when it came to meals. Hunger stroke fast when we were in Samcheong-dong and I decided to make the call to have lunch in this hole-in-the-wall, no English-or-Chinese-menu diner.  

Believe me when I say, space is scarce. Inside, the eatery was no bigger than a shoebox apartment and you can forget about lugging your shopping bags or stroller in for that matter.

Manned by a middle-aged couple that had little regard for nonsense, the size of the restaurant and consistent flow of locals could only mean one thing - lunch would be served fast. Hooray!

Not banchan, just pickles. Yup, no supporting, just bring on the main act please.

There wasn't a great deal of variety, just variations of tteokbokki stews in various portions and main ingredients. I ordered a all-in-one chapalang tteokbokki stew. What is the worst that could happen right? At least, I know flavour would not be missing.

The stew arrived fast and furious - just check out Munckin's need to bolt. To our happy faces, it was substantially filled with mussels, squid, cabbage, (bits of) bulgogi, fishcake, cheese, cellopane noodles and ramen. Pretty much sounds like a disaster if I made myself.

But I trust the people who run the eatery (and not just because they have leaden facial expressions).  Any hesitations were immediately displaced when I scoped up a spoonful of sweetish spicy deliciousness. Incredible potent stuff!

As KW and I were both wearing white, the owner passed us a couple of red aprons. Oh you mean, things could get messy? Niceeee... 

When we were 90% done with the stew, a bowl of rice was dumped into the pot for good measure.

The finale was one of those decisions that you would never not regret. Mixed with corn, seaweed and cheese, the rice soaks up the amazing stew and lends itself to an addictive burnt base. Paella, who?

I have no idea what this eatery is called but I say, go with your instincts - If it is foreigner-unfriendly, chances are the meal will be awesome.