Friday 12 August 2011

FRENCH PRIES and SPECIAL TIES


 Another sign that it was the right time to leave Jeju was the fact that Geck's jacked their food prices waaay up right before I left (Jeju saram: for a laugh, look at the prices on the two-year-old menus in the display case on the stairs to the second floor to see how greedy they think they can be).  That, coupled with the fact that Minho, the best bartender human civilization has known, is leaving to start up his own joint make the place eminently unsparkly.  Most of the other staff there clearly don't seem to enjoy having foreigners there, in spite of the fact that we've put all of their kids through college for the past three years with our insatiable taste for Red Rock and quatro pizzas.  I guess it's because waygooks are loud and smelly, and we all have the AIDS.  Oh yeah, they can't spell and it's funny, nyuk!
  I always found it amusing when Koreans would paint foreigners as 'loud and smelly'.  That's rich coming from the land of cackling old pee-pee ladies, and shrieking drunk man-o-lanterns reeking of kimchi, garlic, smokes, meat, misery, and brothels.  Yup: just a'shriekin' and a'reekin'.  Ha ha, get catty much?  Meow!

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