Yes... YES!
Today, I haven't done much. I got my haircut and drove to my favorite restaurant, Yeshi Ethiopian Cafe. They were closed, despite their usually being open at the hour I got there. Dejected, I drove around town.
I drove across the Buckman Bridge and ended up in the Mandarin area. There, I turned into a plaza and found a Korean-Japanese restaurant. Mmm, bulgogi, I thought...
It was a nice little place. Very, very quiet, reserved. I was seated quickly and given a menu. I quickly flipped to the page with the bulgogi, but on the page next to it, I saw a list of "potent tonic" soups, as they were called. I found myself in the mood for soup, so I ditched the idea of getting what I thought I was going to get, and looked over the potent tonic section. OOOH! A kimchi soup! Sounds delightful! I love kimchi. And there's a soup with it in it!
It was called Kimchi Dun Subu. And it made me feel very naughty.
The waitress' eyes opened wide when I ordered it. I've never seen an old lady gawk so. "You are sure? It's kimchi. Very spicy!" I nodded, "Yes. I love kimchi." He had that "right, sure, whatever" wide-eyed look, and asked again, "It -IS- kimchi... spicy..." The stress on the IS almost made me reconsider, but I decided, it's cheap, what the hell?
I can only call Kimchi Dun Subu the dominatrix of soups. It was equal parts pain and pleasure. Pounded tofu, oyster broth, onions, and of course, kimchi. Every bite was a rush of spicyness, followed by some subtly sweet and delicious liquid. I found myself saying "Please, punish me some more!" and "Yes, mistress! May I have another?" with each spoonfull I ate. It was intestinal masochism, but it was DELICIOUS.
The owner was impressed. It turns out, Kimchi Dun Subu is a popular soup among the Koreans in my hometown, and she was quite happy to see an American enjoying it so. She said "American's don't appreciate kimchi." Well, I do, and I appreciate Kimchi Dun Subu. Brave people should try it out.
I drove across the Buckman Bridge and ended up in the Mandarin area. There, I turned into a plaza and found a Korean-Japanese restaurant. Mmm, bulgogi, I thought...
It was a nice little place. Very, very quiet, reserved. I was seated quickly and given a menu. I quickly flipped to the page with the bulgogi, but on the page next to it, I saw a list of "potent tonic" soups, as they were called. I found myself in the mood for soup, so I ditched the idea of getting what I thought I was going to get, and looked over the potent tonic section. OOOH! A kimchi soup! Sounds delightful! I love kimchi. And there's a soup with it in it!
It was called Kimchi Dun Subu. And it made me feel very naughty.
The waitress' eyes opened wide when I ordered it. I've never seen an old lady gawk so. "You are sure? It's kimchi. Very spicy!" I nodded, "Yes. I love kimchi." He had that "right, sure, whatever" wide-eyed look, and asked again, "It -IS- kimchi... spicy..." The stress on the IS almost made me reconsider, but I decided, it's cheap, what the hell?
I can only call Kimchi Dun Subu the dominatrix of soups. It was equal parts pain and pleasure. Pounded tofu, oyster broth, onions, and of course, kimchi. Every bite was a rush of spicyness, followed by some subtly sweet and delicious liquid. I found myself saying "Please, punish me some more!" and "Yes, mistress! May I have another?" with each spoonfull I ate. It was intestinal masochism, but it was DELICIOUS.
The owner was impressed. It turns out, Kimchi Dun Subu is a popular soup among the Koreans in my hometown, and she was quite happy to see an American enjoying it so. She said "American's don't appreciate kimchi." Well, I do, and I appreciate Kimchi Dun Subu. Brave people should try it out.