Seoul was just a stopover from Mongolia on our way back to Manila. We came here to shop. And eat. Seriously.
Rice cakes dipped in that very red chili sauce. Pork barbecues. Onion pancakes. Rice crispies. Korean sausages.
Bibimbap. I had it in flight (KAL) but that doesn't count. We ordered it in a restaurant (that was good!). But after Sunday mass here in Myeongdong Cathedral, a food bazaar included a bibimbap stall.
I just love watching this lady prepare my bibimbap -- scooping rice into a bowl, garnished with all sorts of veggies and seaweeds, topped with an egg, and finally drizzled with sesame oil and chili sauce.
Then there was this man who invited us for a drink in one of those kiosks behind the cathedral. With hand gestures, we understood that this brown gelatinous food goes best with the drink.
I wished he got us some of those grilled octopus and sausages instead but no, this ex-Mayor Atienza lookalike insists we got a match!
But we're only too happy to have made friends with these Korean Catholics. One man looked at my bibimbap bowl and gestured it needed more ingredients, took my bowl back to the stall and returned with.... More!