When Pigs Fly

Had a night on the town last weekend with good old Andy and even older Jerry. Andy now lives out near incheon and was talking up his new neighborhood, which I have to agree is pretty nice. His place is about two minutes from the subway, and another two minutes from our spot for victuals, "The Flying Pig Cafe".


It isn't really a cafe, but a pork restaurant, and quite a good one. I did a lousy job on camera, or otherwise I would be able to show you the lovely half-inch thick slabs of samgyupsal before sizzling. As it is, I can only show this:


... and the aftermath, with pals awaiting their porcine platefuls:


It was quite delicious.

Also in the neighborhood is one of those self-serve international beer places, and an Izakaya called "Sumo" that was reasonably nice, with the door-hangings surrounding each table to make a private niche, and comfortable chairs. The food was so-so but the conversation was excellent.

We didb't make it to saw-cha (fourth round), but we'll hopefully start with it next time I get out that way: a chicken place called "Oh! Ba Ma" or similar.