Koreans really Like Cake...and So Do I

Koreans really like cake. This is a weird and random observation. You are thinking, 'well everyone likes cake.'

No, but Koreans really, really like cake. You see a disproportionate number of people carrying cakes on the street. Trust.

So the cake pictured above is a cake I ate but did not purchase. I was at a lounge in Itaewon and saw the table next to me leave a quarter of a chocolate cake. A perfectly, good, moist cake mind you.

I said to the waiter in my crappy Korean, "Um, excuse me, can I have that?" (I was drunk..I know) He was really nice about it and brought me new plates and silverware.

Then I ate the quarter cake to the face.

I Really Want a Bucket of Chicken...

and buttery biscuits and coleslaw and a chocolate chip ring cake and mashed potatoes and gravy.

I really want KFC. While there is a KFC 2 blocks away from me I have come to the realization this year that I am at the age when sadly, I must watch what I eat.

In my prime I could eat whatever I want, in whatever quantity, and still weigh 110 on a fat day.

White Castle, Wendy's, McDonald's, KFC, Popeyes, Pizza Hut. I love them all!

Now I am cursed with a predilection for fast food but an inability to eat it. Getting old sucks.

It is Confirmed I will not be a Lifer here

Just booked my flight back to NY at the end of February!

I am already salivating anticipating Roberta's Pizza, toasted sesame bagel with cream cheese from David's Bagels, whisky from Larry Lawrence, fried pierogies from Veselka, a slice of pizza from anywhere, and cheese plates that don't cost an arm and a leg.

I want brunch every weekend day for a month when I get back so clear your brunch calendars for me, thanks.

MMM cheese

Pierogies without neccessary apple sauce pictured:



MMMM Pizza

MMM more pizza, specifically Roberta's hawaiian

Sad Friday

I'm really, really sick. This means I am missing out on my friday nights at homo hill in Itaewon (a hill of gay clubs that play Kpop and Britney in the foreigners neighborhood of Seoul).

I decide, well if I can't go out, then I will at least have a wine and food filled night alone to fill the void. Because what is better than pseudoephedrine and wine? Obviously nothing people, don't be so ridiculous.

I used to be super against drinking while sick. However, my boyfriend has told me multiple times that the best cure for a cold is whisky in a bath and over the years I have become a converter.

Scene: me in an italian wine restaurant alone. After my seafood pasta, salad, and wine I order tiramisu and another wine. I realize I am the last one left at this restaurant when I order my dessert

Me: "When do you close?"

Waiter: "10 PM"

I look at watch it is 9:40, Oh good.

Waiter brings me my dessert and wine: "Oh but please take your time eating, there is no rush at all"

Me: "Thank you so much"

4 minutes later

Waiter, sees me eating at my normal pace: "No, really please don't rush. You don't need to scarf it down"

Me: oh OK (sheepishly)

Takes obligatory 4 minute break from inhaling my crappy tiramisu and guzzling my wine so I won't be judged by the waiter. Checks phone for nonexistent text messages from imaginary Korean friends

Doesn't he realize I am American and we eat like horses?! Don't judge me! Let me live....