Annyong, Lindsay here!
Whit is doing an article on the popular street food here in Korea for my newsletter tonight so I thought I’d share our experience with you via the blog.
You cannot walk a street block in Korea without running into a colorful stall with steam wafting through the air. Smells of fried chicken, steaming flour with sugar and cinnamon, fried seafood and dried fish float through the cold air. (And I mean COLD. I thought my face was frozen today. I had on longjohns, hat, gloves, three layers of clothing, scarf, but nothing can stop cold like this. Nothing. Oh, and I learned BRRRRR in Korean: “Chuah, chuah, chuah, chuah, chuah!!!!!” I use it often.)
Whit and I have made it a habit to buy the sweet treats on our street corner. The woman always knows our order before we get there: hana yogi, hana chogi (one of this, one of that). And she always grins with us. Or at us. It’s a fine line.
Whit wanted to eat dinner at the street food stalls, where young people crowd around, lean over and dig into the fare each night. I went along and nibbled with him, and then saved my fried food fix for McDonalds. I just can’t help myself. It’s so freakin’ good. And they even had my sweet and sour sauce which I dipped each and every fry in before stuffing my face in rapturous delight. Though I did have to pay 1o cents for the sauce. Totally worth it.
So anyway, coming back to the point at hand–sorry about the detour, I wanted to share our street fare pictures with you. All this food is actually incredibly delicious and incredibly cheap. Whit ate about five different things (fatty muncher) for $4. See the gallery on the left for the pictures.