Tag: Sh-wing

  • We Need to Learn How to Plan Better

    We Need to Learn How to Plan Better

    What started out as a little Halloween party for the kindergarten is growing into a full-scale Halloween carnival for the entire school and surrounding area. Leia wanted me to make a plan on how this would be done, and I typed up an ambitious list of carnival booths with descriptions and supplies needed. On Thursday, some of us went to Wal-Mart to look at Halloween decorations, exchange a broken dancing Frankenstein, and to get some more supplies. The selection there was disappointing and expensive.

    I was planning to go to Open Mic Night in Anyang on Friday, but I was too tired to go out after work. Instead, Injoo and I had dinner at the barbecue restaurant next to the school, where we feasted on smoked bacon, sausage, ribs, and duck.

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    The next day, we were planning a large get together at Sh-wing. The restaurant was celebrating its second birthday by offering not only all-you-can-eat wings but also half-priced beer.

    Lars, Injoo, and I went up there together, where we met Brant and Tara. Lars’s friends Andrew and Lydia showed up too. This was Lars’s, Andrew’s, and Lydia’s first time there, and they were required to eat at least one Krazy Korean wing to be inducted. Andrew’s reaction at first was that they weren’t too hot. Then it sneaked up on him. All three of them were wheezing and drooling as they tried to drink enough beer to numb the heat. The Krazies hit me pretty hard that night, too.

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    Next, four beautiful girls showed up. They were friends of Injoo, and he was interested in dating one of them. We took care of them, and I ended up sitting with them, talking. Three more old friends of Brant also showed up, so I think we had a total of fifteen people in this tiny restaurant.

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    While we were eating, a young Ukranian guy was going around with a suitcase, selling Ukranian souvenirs to pay his way through school (or so he said). Normally, I don’t buy junk from people going from table to table, but this was such a strange thing, that I had to get something to prove that I wasn’t lying. So I got this special pen that doubled as a whistle.

    We were starting to get full and were deciding what to do next. I was suggesting we do noraebang. Then suddenly, we noticed the four girls that were with Injoo were missing. They just skipped out with out saying goodbye…

    …Or paying their tabs.

    This embarrassed Injoo and angered others. We were looking forward to the discounts at Sh-wing that night and had to pay much more extra.

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    The rest of us went across the street to 7-Eleven and set up a table with soju, beer, chasers, and some snacks.

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    I found an interesting sandwich — a buldalk pizza sandwich. Buldalk is the “fire chicken,” the very spicy barbecued chicken that people eat while drinking. So making this into a sandwich, or rather, a pizza sandwich was an irresistible idea.

    I just had to try that one out.

    And this will be a good time to introduce the newest section to the site, the Food Journal. I talk so much about food, that I thought I’d create a separate blog about food and include some recipes. Another blog, called Fat Man in Seoul, did a great job of this. Unfortunately, Fat Man has left Korea, so his blog is just archives.

    I posted a piece about the Buldalk Pizza Sandwich in the Food Journal.

    It got very late. The subways had closed down for the night. Andrew and Lydia offered to let Lars and me stay at their place, so we took a taxi to an area east of Gangnam. On the way there, we got some kimbap and some more alcohol.

    At their apartment, I just had one beer and fell asleep on the floor as Andrew and Lars were discussing the properties of ants and spiders.

    I slept without a pillow, so I awoke with a great crick in my neck. But I had no hangover, which I couldn’t say the same for Lars. We went out together to Joe’s Coffee and Sandwich for breakfast. Lars and I then took the subway back to our neighborhood.

    I had only a little time to relax before Brant announced that he and the gang were almost here for the hockey game. I got dressed and started some laundry before heading out the door.

    We met at the stadium center and noticed that no one was at the ticket counter. The doors to the center were open with no one taking tickets.

    It was empty.

    We found a poster on the wall that showed the Anyang Halla’s game schedule. There was a game being played today — in Beijing.

    The web site said it was a home game. That was a big disappointment. I felt bad for everyone making the big trip down for this.

    For a while we considered going ice skating in the rink but decided otherwise. We took taxis to Anyang’s central park, in between Beomgye and Pyeongchon. A festival was happening there and in Beomgye. The one in the park seemed to celebrate art made out of recycled materials. As I looked to dispose of my beer can, I noticed that this celebration didn’t extend to actual recycling bins.

    Brant remembered that he had received a gift certificate to Outback for Chuseok. So he treated us all to some appetizers.

    After that, we wandered around the festival. A young taekwondo group performed, breaking boards using the most acrobatic stunts. Some of them were no older than eight, leaping over people’s backs, doing back flips, to break wooden boards with their feet.

    We ended the evening at WA Bar. It was a decent weekend. We just need to plan things better.

  • Rocky Top Anyang-shee

    I am in the third week of my semi-annual Seoul Cough. Any time it switches from winter to spring or summer to fall, I get this acute bronchitis. Many foreigners and Koreans get this. So far, it hasn’t developed into anything more serious. It’s just lingering, lingering, lingering.

    Despite the Seoul Cough taking form, I joined Lars, Injoo, Brant, and friends on a hike up the mountain behind my place. Ironically, if you can make it completely to the other side of the mountain, you end up in Sillim, my old neighborhood in Seoul.

    We all met at Beomgye Station and took two taxis to a place at the foot of the mountain. We learned that there’s a rule about only getting in on the right side of taxis because one of them started driving off as Brant was getting inside. You would think that if you’re not supposed to use one side of the taxi they’d lock the door. But again, that would make sense.

    We were unloaded at the front of a high school that was just letting out. I thought to myself, “Oh, great place for a group of foreigners.”

    As I dreaded, we were barraged by a sea of “Hellos.”

    We weren’t sure exactly how to get up the mountain, so we took a path that led through lush gardens. We figured we were on the right path when we passed a tent selling hiking gear.

    The mountain behind my place is beautiful. I love looking at it every day when I go outside. It was also the largest thing I’ve ever attempted to climb. And the group tolerated my complaining and sarcastic self-affirmations of “This is fun. This is fun. I’m having a good time.”

    We made it to one of the peaks. There was only a kilometer or so to go, but I had seen and gone enough. I figured that the difference in the view from here and the real top of the mountain couldn’t be big enough to be worth it. Brant stayed with me as the rest of the group went to the top.

    Brant and I sat on a large rock and caught up with what’s going on in our lives. He and his girlfriend are starting to get serious, and he seems happier than I’ve ever known him.

    We had a great view from the rock. The usual complaint about modern Korean architecture is that each apartment building looks as if it was stamped out of a factory. But looking at them from a high vantage point, they create this sort of Warhol-ian splendor on the landscape.

    The sun started getting hot, so we walked back down to a grove of trees for shade. The others met us soon after.

    We walked down the mountain taking another trail and stopped at a stream. After the stream, we found a picnic table and unloaded our goodies, two baguettes, three wheels of brie and camembert and three bottles of wine. It was all gone in no time. And we were still hungry.

    Fortunately, part of our plan was to take this mountain trail to the Dong Dong Ju place that I love so much. Brant was okay that we had changed the plans from eating dog meat since no one in our group knew where any of the good restaurants were located. And we went through a surreal lush green landscape and small lake before reaching the old farmhouse restaurant.

    The rest of the group was greatly impressed by the place. In fact, they didn’t show up at the table for a while because they were busy taking pictures. We had a feast of smoked chicken and boribap, rice and barley mixed with vegetables and soybean paste (it sounds weird, but it is damn good and healthy at the same time), and bowls and bowls of smooth sweet dong dong ju, that wonderful rice liquor.

    Everyone walked back to Beomgye Station. I left the group at the turn to my apartment, where Eun Jeong was waiting.

    Eun Jeong and I had a nice quiet weekend. I was getting sicker, and she treated me out to VIPS Steakhouse for their buffet. VIPS is a Korean franchise, but they do very well on their salad bar and buffet, and I can’t believe I actually miss steakhouse buffets. It had tacos, smoked salmon, pasta, and many exotic fruits and vegetables, including leechees which we shelled ourselves.

    That week, I experimented with making another western food using Korean ingredients — Coq au vin. It turned out surprisingly well. The taste was a little exotic for Eun Jeong.

    The content management system I’ve been developing for the school has been coming together and is basically ready for launch. I’m also redesigning the school’s web site to link it all together and make it look snazzier.

    Last weekend was Chuseok, Korean Thanksgiving, the biggest Korean holiday of the year. By an unfortunate timing of the moon, it fell on a weekend, so we only got a three-day weekend out of it. I was planning on spending each day relaxing at home watching movies and catching up on TV shows before the new seasons start. But I was called away each day. I’m not regretting it, though.

    Saturday, Brant called me to meet him and Derek at Sh-wing. We were the only people available, it seems. It was drizzling outside, but we had a nice time. I was up late Friday night watching TV shows, and for some reason, I couldn’t sleep in on Saturday morning. So I was going on three or four hours of sleep. Combined with the beer and hot wings, my short-term memory flew out the window. I was telling Brant about the previous weekend mountain hiking, and he said, “Joe, remember– I was there.”

    After Sh-wing, I wanted to try the place next door because I heard good things about it on Dave’s ESL. But one look at the prices on the menu and we politely left. I still wanted the gelato I had last time. This gelato place in Apgujeong, Gusttimo, is challenging to order. They only have two languages for the flavors, Korean and Italian. And they serve it to you in triple scoops. I got banana, tiramisu, and their new spicy flavor, Diablo. The cashier asked if I had a club card, and I did. I looked in my wallet for it and couldn’t find it. I put down the wallet and checked my pockets and realized the card was at home. The ice cream was melting in the cashier’s hands, so I had to pay quickly. I felt my pockets for my wallet, turned to Brant and Derek and said, “Uh, guys, I left my wallet.”

    But it was right in front of me. We left the gelato place, and I was having fun like a kid slurping my melting ice cream in the rain while Brant and Derek made fun of my slippery memory.

    Sunday, Injoo’s mother invited me over for dinner like she did last year. It was a great dinner, with steamed pork, Chinese seafood soup, and many fresh and fermented vegetables from their garden. They had me try what they called “really old kimchi.” It was potent stuff. Tasted like alcohol.

    Despite the ventures outside, I still was able to catch up on a lot of TV. It sounds sad, but I think a lot of quality shows have come out recently. Too bad their ratings aren’t great. You know, Americans are always complaining about the poor quality of TV. Yet when something of quality comes on, they’re too stupid to watch it and instead catch the latest episode of some trashy shallow reality show.

    Oh well…

    Korean TV isn’t much different, but at least it’s amusing in its surrealness. Eun Jeong and I were watching a Korean drama. During the commercials, she broke out laughing.

    “What is it?”

    “They said, “Because Koreans have slanted eyes, they are good at I.T.”

    “What does that mean?”

    “I don’t know.”