As we got close to the restaurant, David asked if I could smell it yet. I wasn't sure until right when we got to the door, then the odor hit me. It was a familiar smell that I didn't realize belonged to this soup. I wouldn't say that "stinky" is the first word that comes to mind, but it does have a peculiar scent. We walked in and after a minute, I could no longer smell the soup. We got a semi-private room for our lunch and sat on the floor while the Korean in our group ordered for us.
Then the show began. Dish after dish after dish started arriving. There was so much food and no soup to be seen. I was curious, and was told that first we start out eating some pork wrapped in different types of lettuce and enjoy the side dishes. Then they will bring out bibimbap and then the soup. Bibimbap and soup?? There was a spread set for a king on our table and the main characters hadn't even made an appearance yet.
|My dining mates, starting the feast|
|Our table with all the items, minus our photographer Shing|
After we finished as much as we could, and peeled ourselves from the floor and walked outside, the scent really hit me! The whole time in the restaurant I hadn't noticed it, but once we were back in the fresh air it was all around me. They told me that for the rest of the day my skin and clothes would smell like the soup. Small price to pay for such an incredible feast.