|Mr Kim in the pottery workshop|
|Stage at the Han Ma Um Independent Living Center|
When I told people I was going to Korea, many people mentioned the food, especially the beef. "You've got to try the beef!" a few people exclaimed. In the four days I'd been there, the closest I came to Korean Beef was the short ribs at the Holiday Inn Lunch Buffet. So for my last meal in Korea, even though a conference organizer told me I could return to the Holiday Inn Buffet, I ventured out to the streets of Gwangju. I wasn't necessarily looking for Korean Beef, but I wanted something new.
|Holiday Inn Gwangju|
The soup he delivered a few minutes later appeared to match the item in the picture to which I had pointed. Nevertheless, I had no idea what it was. It had a thick but translucent red broth, with noodles the consistency of Ramon, cabbage, some other vegetables, some sort product that could have been fake meat or processed meat, and, to my surprise, sliced hot dogs. I tried to eat all of it, but there was a lot. After about twenty minutes, I paid, walked back to the hotel, and tried to find the dish I ate on the Internet. My best guess is Hangover Stew.