This is the story of a frustrating experience ordering food in Seoul despite not being able to speak a word of Korean, and how that paved the way for many more mini meal adventures.
There was a nice man, smiling at me ever so genially, but never had I felt so frustrated at a smiling face.
It had been a long morning – I found myself in the town of Edae on my first full day in Seoul, ready to take in the sights as I embarked on my first solo trip ever. Known for the famous Ewha Women’s University, this student town is filled with various small shops where I delighted in buying cheap lady’s fashion. After a long morning of shopping, I was ready to take a break.
There were myriad eateries, many of which I passed on because I couldn’t make out what they were serving. I walked along the winding lanes until I because somewhat lost. Suddenly, this particular restaurant on a random street caught my attention, a cheery little doorway with a patch of artificial grass on the sidewalk. The menu had some English — a welcomes sight — and I could see they served various lunch sets, so I walked in without too much thought. After seating me, I realized that the menu outside was not the same as the one handed to me inside, with one jarring omission — no English words.
Not being able to speak any Korean, I haltingly asked my waiter if he spoke any English — just a smattering would do — and with some chagrined facial expressions and gesturing, indicated that I could not read the menu. To this day, I’m not sure if he was just confused or not very experienced with foreigners, but rather than figure out a viable way to help us communicate he just kept politely nodding at me, smiling genially with an expectant expression, as if he was waiting for me to quit putting up a farce and suddenly speak fluent Korean.
It’s funny on hindsight as most things are, but at that moment the lack of communication frustrated me to no end, and after about 15 minutes of futile sign language and broken sputtering, I finally took the menu, pointed at a random item which looked like meat, crossed my fingers and hoped for the best.
My mystery meal turned out to be bulgogi, marinated grilled beef with rice and some sweet brown sauce on the side. It wasn’t a bad meal at all, although probably made more delicious from all the work I had put into getting it. The beef had just the right amount of fat on it, and I wolfed down every bite. It also set the stage for the rest of the trip’s meals, as I was no longer intimidated by my inability to speak and understand Korean. I was never the most adventurous eater but I started to see my meals as little adventures in their own right, and it led me to make some interesting discoveries I may not have had it not been for that first meal.
I would go on to find Song Do, one of the best Sam Gye Tang restaurants hidden in a corner of the touristy Insa-dong area. Sam Gye Tang is a traditional hearty ginseng chicken soup, cooked by a stern elderly lady whose face cracked a smile when I gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up on top of my appreciative slurping.
I also found ice cubes floating in my noodle soup one evening as I unwittingly ordered Kong Gook Su, a cold buckwheat noodle dish served in soybean milk when I was hoping for a warm noodle dish. I still finished it to be polite, even if it tasted like an odd combination to me.
These days when I find myself solo on the road, hesitating to enter a restaurant because it feels too ‘foreign,’ I think back to that helpless smiling waiter nodding at me and suddenly it becomes that much easier to go forth and order something unfamiliar to see what lands up on my plate. It’s all part of immersing yourself in local culture.
Article contributed by Jaclynn Seah, The Occasional Traveller & the deskbound wanderluster. Korean bibimbap. Top Photo courtesy of oileen.
Jessica Festa is the editor of the travel sites Jessie on a Journey (http://jessieonajourney.com) and Epicure & Culture (http://epicureandculture.com). Along with blogging at We Blog The World, her byline has appeared in publications like Huffington Post, Gadling, Fodor’s, Travel + Escape, Matador, Viator, The Culture-Ist and many others. After getting her BA/MA in Communication from the State University of New York at Albany, she realized she wasn’t really to stop backpacking and made travel her full time job. Some of her most memorable experiences include studying abroad in Sydney, teaching English in Thailand, doing orphanage work in Ghana, hiking her way through South America and traveling solo through Europe. She has a passion for backpacking, adventure, hiking, wine and getting off the beaten path.
