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So I decided tonight that I would be brave and attempt to have supper at a traditional korean restaurant. When I was in Daejon, Jessica had pointed out a few foods and meals that I liked or she thought I would enjoy... so feeling confident I walked into the restaurant and looked over the menu sheet. It was then that it hit me... I can't read korean... there are no pictures to point too in this place... and the words I had memorized were not on the menu.
OK.. I thouight to myself... how hard can this be... I mean what's the worst that could happen?... I would hate it and then know not to order it again.
So sheepishly I chose a food group... then a dish and screamed Yogi (I want). The waitress then came over and looked at my choice. She began talking to me in Korean.. to which I immediately interrupted her and said "sorry I dont understand you.. English?!?" The waitress then promptly walked away with my order in hand.
A few minutes later another waitress came with some side dishes... miso soup (I don't particulary like it.... tastes like you are eating a bowl of salt water), some pickled vegetable of something or another (koreans eat pickled vegies like they are going out of style.. they come with everything) and some Kimbap (which is basically vegitarian sushi).
I started to eat the food that was placed in front of me and thought to myself.. wow the side dishes here are really good.. I wonder what I ordered and I prayed that it wasnt spicy or raw fish.
Order after order was being served around me... but my meal had yet to come. Noticing that I was looking at the waitress everytime she carried a meal past me... she came over and picked up my order again (let me explain about the ordering thing... you go in and have a seat. There is this list of foods in Korean on a sheet of paper. You put a check next to the food you wish to order and then the quantity [1] and then yell Yogi! for the waitress to come).
So after looking at my sheet... she prompty took the food I was eating away from me and walked away. WTF???????! K... needless to say I had absolutely NO CLUE what the heck was going on. A couple of minutes later another waitress came and started to talk to me in Korean... again I apologized but said that I only spoke English... though I think she was trying to explain why they had taken my food away.
The next thing I new... this thing was placed on my table (come to think of it.. I really wished I had taken a picture of it). It looked kinda yellow and was rubbery looking and was in a long rolled formation. OK?! What the heck did I really order.. I thought.
I sheepishly picked up a peace of the yellow contraption and realized that it was Kimbap with an omlet around it. It wasnt half bad.
Turns out I had ordered Kimbap for dinner and the waitress had neglected to notice that I had ordered the one with eggs.
Oh well... I think the next time I go into that restaurant I am going to be prepared. I think I may take a menu sheet and ask Miss Bae or one of the Korean teachers to translate it for me so that I dont have one of those WTF moments.
I think the is really the first time in a long time (well the 3 odd weeks I have been here) that I felt like a dumb foreigner. Oh well... was bound to happen sometime.