Category: The Real Korea (Culture)

  • Andong Isn’t Trying to Impress You

    Andong Isn’t Trying to Impress You

    The first time I arrived in Andong, it was by train. There is something about coming into a place that way that strips out all the usual arrival theater. There is no highway signage building manufactured anticipation, no heavily branded rest stops trying to sell you the region before you have even seen it. Just the train slowing down, the platform, and a town that has spent the last five hundred years being exactly what it already was, whether anyone showed up to look at it or not.

    I will admit, it took me a while to get the joke.

    The Illusion of the Straight Line

    Taesamyo Shrine in central Andong

    Most Korea itineraries move in a predictable, sanitized straight line. Seoul, then a high-speed train to Busan, and maybe Jeju Island if there is time to squeeze it in. Gyeongju might get a half-day detour if it fits the schedule, but Andong rarely makes the cut.

    Travelers skip it because it is inconvenient, it is quiet, and it does not photograph the way a bustling palace or a beach does. But “inconvenient” is doing a lot of heavy lifting here. Andong held onto its Confucian clan villages and its mask dance tradition precisely because it wasn’t on the way to anywhere.

    A Living Village and 600-Year-Old Sarcasm

    Strolling down the narrow streets of Hahoe Village

    If you go to Hahoe Village, you quickly realize it isn’t a recreation. It is not an artificial theme park. People still live in those houses. When the tour buses leave for the day, it gets so quiet you can hear a snail sneeze.

    The mask dance performed there is not some hollow show staged for tourists. It is a biting satire that has been mocking the yangban aristocracy and the clergy for six hundred years, and the joke still lands perfectly because the targets never really went away.

    The Culinary Treasures of the Landlocked Heart

    Andong Jjimdak braised chicken

    Andong is landlocked, which shaped its unapologetic, rustic food culture. You cannot talk about Andong without sitting down in Chicken Alley for a massive platter of Jjimdalk. Legend has it this sweet, spicy, garlicky braised chicken dish was invented by local market vendors in the 1980s to stave off the invasion of western fried chicken franchises. When eating the long cellophane noodles, the locals like to slurp with their chopsticks in one hand and kitchen scissors in the other. You snip the noodles as you slurp, though I have ended up with noodles going up my nose doing this.

    You wash this down with a stiff glass of traditional Andong Soju, which comes in at a liver-kicking 45-percent alcohol.

    The region’s isolation also birthed other survival foods that became delicacies. Because fresh fish would spoil before reaching the town, mackerel was heavily salted for transport, creating Gan Godeungeo (salted mackerel), which is phenomenal grilled over charcoal. Then there is Heotjesabap, or “fake ceremonial food”. It started when hungry Confucian scholars wanted the elaborate soy-sauce-based bibimbap usually reserved for ancestral rites, so they faked the ceremonies just to get a late-night snack.

    One Afternoon Isn’t Enough

    You can see Andong in an afternoon. Get off the train, walk through Hahoe for two hours, eat a plate of jjimdalk, and be back on the platform by dinner. People do this constantly, and I have never once watched them leave looking satisfied. Andong doesn’t perform for a schedule like that. The village goes quiet on its own time, mostly after the last tour bus pulls out, and the mask dance only happens on the calendar it’s kept for six hundred years, not on yours.

    That’s the thinking behind our new multi-day Andong-Gyeongju Journey, built for the towns Korea’s highlight reel keeps skipping. Andong gives you the clan villages and the satire that still lands. Gyeongju, a short drive south, hands you the capital of a kingdom that ruled the peninsula for the better part of a thousand years. Neither one owes its existence to a tour bus schedule, and neither one gives you much if you only stop for an afternoon.

  • What Is Hanwoo Beef, and Is It Really Worth the Price?

    What Is Hanwoo Beef, and Is It Really Worth the Price?

    Raw Hanwoo beef cuts showing dense marbling, laid out on a wooden board before grilling

    There is a moment that happens on almost every beef tour I lead.

    Someone looks down at a beautifully marbled steak and says, “So… this is basically Korean Wagyu, right?”

    I get why they ask. Hanwoo and Wagyu occupy similar spots in their respective countries. Both command astonishing prices. Both get treated as national treasures. Both produce beef with marbling so intricate it seems almost too pretty to put over a fire.

    But calling Hanwoo “Korean Wagyu” is a bit like calling Burgundy “French Napa.” It gets you in the general neighborhood. It misses what makes each one what it is.

    The more interesting question isn’t whether Hanwoo is Korea’s version of something else. It’s why Koreans care about it so much in the first place.

    Beef Was Never an Everyday Food

    For most of the Joseon Dynasty, killing a cow without permission could get you killed too. The government issued and reissued ugeumnyeong, cattle slaughter bans, over and over across five centuries, because an ox wasn’t food, it was infrastructure. One animal plowed your fields, hauled your cart, and represented more capital than most families would ever hold at once. Butchering it for a meal wasn’t a treat. It was closer to burning your own tractor for warmth.

    Pork became everyday food. Chicken filled a similar role. Beef stayed reserved for celebrations, major holidays, promotions, weddings, or the rare dinner when a family decided, “Tonight, we’re spending a little more.” Even now, plenty of Koreans still associate Hanwoo with occasions rather than routine meals. It carries emotional weight that goes well past the meat itself.

    Why Koreans Will Gladly Pay the Price

    Visitors are often shocked by what Hanwoo costs.

    Koreans generally aren’t.

    Part of that is simple economics. Hanwoo is raised in relatively small numbers, most of it stays in Korea, and the cattle are bred over generations for quality rather than volume. But the willingness to pay isn’t only about scarcity. There’s a lot of national pride wrapped up in Hanwoo. In a country that imports much of its food, especially grains and foreign beef, Hanwoo remains something distinctly Korean. It represents decades of breeding, agricultural investment, and an insistence that domestic beef can go up against anything in the world. Whether every Korean actually believes it’s the best beef on earth is almost beside the point. The belief itself has value.

    It Doesn’t Taste Like Wagyu

    This is where the comparison falls apart. Japanese Wagyu often feels almost engineered to dissolve on your tongue. At its highest grades, it’s rich enough that a full steak can feel like drinking warm butter. That’s not a knock, it’s exactly what Wagyu is built to do.

    Hanwoo takes a different path. The marbling is there, but the beef flavor stays front and center. You notice the sweetness, sure, but you also notice you’re still eating beef rather than just luxuriating in fat. It’s indulgent without tipping over into excess. I find Hanwoo easier to eat as an actual meal. Wagyu is an extraordinary tasting experience. Hanwoo is something I genuinely crave. Reasonable people can disagree.

    The Best Place to Eat It Isn’t Fancy

    Majang Meat Market viewing the string of butchers showcasing Hanwoo beef

    Visitors often assume the best Hanwoo must be hiding inside some restaurant where everyone whispers and the lighting costs more than the cattle. I send them to Majang Meat Market instead, which doesn’t look luxurious because it isn’t trying to. It’s a working wholesale market. Butchers stand behind glass cases displaying cuts that resemble geological cross-sections of marbling, and regular customers argue grades with vendors they’ve known for years.

    One of those vendors, a guy who’s spent more years behind that glass case than I’ve spent in Korea, once held up a cut for me and a group of guests and said, “This one, foreigners always say too much fat. Koreans say not enough.” He wasn’t being smug. He’d just watched that exact disagreement happen a thousand times, and he already knew which way we’d land before we did.

    Meat gets weighed, wrapped, carried upstairs, and grilled minutes later. You stop being a restaurant customer and briefly become part of the food chain itself.

    Is It Worth It?

    Depends on why you’re eating it. If you want the cheapest Korean barbecue of your trip, no. Korea has plenty of fantastic meals that cost a fraction of what Hanwoo does.

    But if you’re curious about Korean food culture, Hanwoo is more than an expensive steak. It’s a story about agriculture, history, prosperity, and national identity. You’re tasting the product of a country that once relied on cattle to survive and eventually decided those same animals deserved to become one of its great luxuries.

    That’s the version of Majang I take people through on the Majang Meat Market Experience, the same butcher two floors down, the same argument over fat content, the same walk upstairs to grill what you just bought. You’re not being shown Hanwoo. You’re buying it from the person who knows exactly why it costs what it costs.

    Hanwoo beef grilling tableside above Majang Meat Market