|Rice, veg, ang beef porridge from Bon Juk - amazeballs|
|I forget from I forget|
|Two chammers from Kimbap Chunguk - the classic|
Now to the other end of things. I don't mind when my bathroom smells of shit - as long as it's MY shit. The smell of my shit doesn't bother me. Not that it doesn't smell - because it smells like shit, but it just doesn't bother me. What bothers me is when my bathroom smells of another man's shit. Or when my bathroom smells like a big miserable shit-smelling symphony, featuring the amazing and varied shit-odors of every resident of my entire apartment complex. Must be the plumbing in my awesome 35-year old 'Oldest-fuckin-apartment-in-Seogwipo' apartment. Because when I come home from a long day at the mines and my bathroom reeks of stranger shit, it's not cool. Just not cool.