Oh Korea. I still can’t believe I’m surprised on a daily basis by what you throw my way. You’d think by now I’d be used to you and your strange lifestyle. But I’m not.
The other day we went out for ribs. Yes…we found ribs in Korea! Trust me, they’re nothing like back home. Instead of BBQ sauce they season them with (I swear by it) pure red pepper powder. Not only do you end up sneezing, gasping for breath, and have a serious case of lizard tongue, but you’re crying like a baby while eating them. It was easy to get past the spicy part. That’s not strange for Korea. The strange part was the glove. At first I didn’t understand why the restaurant was called Michael Jackson’s. The name of the restaurant sounds like it should be a dance club, not a place that serves ribs. Once inside, I realized why they named it after the legendary pop icon. Check it out.
Yes that’s right folks.We were given a two gloves as we sit down. A cloth (somewhat heat resistant) glove, and a plastic serving glove. I should have figured something like this would be around at a rib restaurant. The locals have an aversion to being dirty. If anyone knows anything about ribs, they know eating the delicious, sticky meat-on-a-bone is pretty much the messiest meal in the US. Shoot. Now I’m missing a good ol’ BBQ like nothing else. Enough talk of food.
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