(This feature was published in asianTraveler, Passion Capitals issue, January 2012)
It was barely nine o’clock in the morning and I have already tasted two different kinds of kimchi for breakfast. There was a small eatery that was walking distance from our hotel, which happened to be the only one open on the morning my mother and I arrived in Seoul–our first trip to this side of East Asia.
Not really familiar with the Korean language, we depended on the artificial food displays with corresponding English names outside the restaurant. The vibrant plastic bowls and noodle dishes seemed so real–and mouthwatering–that we did not hesitate to enter the establishment. There were no foreigners, just us, who looked like locals at first glance.
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