The temperature was nearly 10 degrees on that evening, and we'd thought having BBQ for dinner would be a great idea. We stumbled upon this newly opened restaurant behind one of the tiny alleys, almost un-noticed if one walked past by quickly. In spirit of supporting the new owner who was smiling widely, ushering us we'd decided to dine there.
Well marinated spicy beef, waiting to be snipped off by that black gigantic scissors.
We didn't mind having the pork slices sizzling in front of us. The cold weather masked the smokey heat. I loved the beef, juicy tender and flavourful. The pork belly was too fatty for me, but the rest enjoyed them like fingerlickinggood, especially after dipping the meat into this spicy chilli soy sauce mixture that the owner gave us.
It was from this meal that I learnt to say the delicious word, in Korean. "Mashita!" or "Mashuseyo!" The lady owner was so happy to serve us, I guess we were their first non-Korean patrons. A few locals were also dining there, and I noticed they were observing us, trying to figure out where did we come from since we were speaking in English, mix Hokkien, mix Mandarin, mix a Malay word or two.
While the meat grilled themselves to charcoal perfection, we gambei-ed over Macguli for being here to receive spiritual blessings and the physical blessings that we were about to receive too, from the hot grill.
One of the most memorable meals I had in Korea.
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