A fallen worldly dinner@I have no idea where this was, but it was along our way to the midnight shopping district

After the 3 day Yeoju retreat, we returned to Seoul. This was our first night out, and shopping, shopping, shopping was the night’s agenda.
After receiving so much spiritual blessings, we returned to the ugly, frightful, sinful, fallen world. I’ll explain why.

 We were heading towards the midnight shopping district. It was quite cold that night. Along the way, we came upon a stall, with puffs of steam coming out from pots and pans. Locals dining here were half tipsy, happily chatting away their day’s endeavors. Some of us are fans of shell thingies (not for me), therefore we decided to have a quick bite at the roadside.

Peculiar looking shell thingies (varying breeds of clams) were placed on our table. My friends quickly toothpicked out the juicy bits inside the shells.


 We also bought some fried chicken from a nearby vendor. Too oily, and sinfully fatty. Not good.

Although the fried chicken was below average, the lady owner has a heart of gold. She gave us a free plate of dolboki. Unfortunately, the dolboki tasted just as bad as the fried chicken. The rice cakes were too hard, and it was difficult to swallow them. The only good part was its spicy chilli sauce, which ended up as a dipping sauce for the blanched clams.

During the course of our street food snacks, we were reminded how we are still fallen, stuck in this sinful, dying world when several funny scenes happened right before our eyes.

a) Some drunk guy slurring, limping away decided to take a “leak” at a potted plant placed just next to our table. What a put-off sight and we crossed our fingers, hoping the guy wouldn’t abruptly decide to leak on us.
b) Soon after, a MPV zoomed past us and stopped several shops ahead of our table. Sexy, skimpily dressed ladies walked out the vehicle and headed towards a narrow alley. Some went into a shady, neon lited corner lot shop. In a couple of minutes time, two policemen came in a car and the ladies were seen hurriedly running off. From nowhere, a different MPV appeared and the girls ran in and the vehicle quickly zoomed off.
c) Bunches and bunches of red faced drunkards in black suits, leather bags and shiny ties were seen walking out from the narrow alleys.
d) A homeless old man collecting old boxes punching a retarded fat girl, till the girl fell to the ground and bruised her arm. Policemen came not long after and broke the fight.

All these happened in just 20-30 minutes of our meal time and we felt that God has really opened our eyes that night to remind us what a world we are in today. We decided to leave the area. While walking away, we stumbled upon the highlight for the night.

Two old men, probably the age of 70-80, weary, haggard, thin to the bones, and whatever hair left on their heads were white. Both drunk, both laughing away, hugging each other. They were going into make-out mode. One of them was trying to kiss the other.

I thought to myself. My gosh! Even for gays, I had to witness the oldest of the oldest. The highlight reminder for us all.

Shopping temporarily took our minds off the incident early. After 1 – 2 hours of shopping, we grew tired. The sudden heavy downpour made things worse. We decided to go for supper. Tani! A jug of beer… impossible for 2 of us to finish at 2 a.m. The rest of  my girlfriends continued on shopping.

More fried chicken. Koreans love BBQ fried chicken, when beer comes into the picture. The spicy sauce fried chicken woken us up. The spiciness, phew! We could not finish them either.

When the heavy rain reduced to drizzles, it was already nearly 4 a.m. Ladies were still shopping. Madness!
We packed the fried chicken leftovers and they became supper food for my friend. He deserved a good treat, having carried out a tiring job of accompanying my girlfriend shopping from 10 pm to 4. a.m.

Sorta’ romantic dinner@beach side of Nusa Dua

Demona: Dogma and I, with several colleagues of mine took a break from work and went to Bali during Labour’s Day. This trip had opened up many 1sts to us eg: 1st fun diving trip, 1st banana boat ride, 1st naked bath in a tub filled with flower petals… and many more.

Bali, rich with its culture and food, proved to be another gastronomic trip for us. We stopped by for a BBQ seafood dinner after a hectic day of water activities in the famous Nusa Dua.

Demona: This BBQ snapper was the star of the night. Burnt, crunchy, savoury skin on the outside and tender, juicy, fresh meat on the inside. Good thing, it wasn’t really over boney which could be a big turn off to the lazy me. The fish was quickly eaten up by the hungry 5 in minutes, just like watching the man being eaten up by those black bugs in “The Mummy” movie.

Demona: This was supposedly a famous local delicacy, especially for those who live near the sea. It is a type of sea plant that can be stir fried into a yummy dish. Texture wise, it was similar to our kangkung, but hey, frying with belacan still topped it all.

Demona: Greedy yani wanted to eat crab badly, and we left the ordering choice on her hands. She chose the black pepper crab dish. The meat was fresh alright, and its size was quite big also, but the gravy/sauce was somewhat, disappointing. The sauce was watery ( you could tell from the picture), therefore the whole licking up or sucking the sauce off crab shells while eating its meat satisfaction was lacking. This dish was much in lack of character.

Demona: I’m not a big fan of shell dishes, but for venture sake, I took a try on this tomato paste, with cheese grilled clams. While the rest smiled widely, with two thumbs up in air after gulping this down, I thought the taste of the muddiness from the clam was too powerful for my liking.

Demona: Even I must bow down to this kick ass powerpacked chilli sauce. From its looks, I thought it’s taste would be similar to the Thai chilli sauce. With just several scoops, I already felt my mouth burning up. It was so spicy that, if added on the seafood, it would cover all the food’s taste. Eventually, 5 of us left this chilli king aside, proudly staring at our burning lips and laughing at our failure to handle his power.
Verdict: Total damage for this dinner was RM 150. Dogma and I agreed that this meal was a little too refined for our liking. We were surrounded by nicely lited up tables and yes, 80% of the patrons were caucasians. We much preferred the BBQ dinner that we had in Perhentian, by the beach. That was all raw deal and nothing else.