Irish Seoul

There were quite a few oddities that I experienced as an outsider in Seoul.

Korean products and tech reigned supreme. Nearly everyone had a Samsung phone. There were very few foreign cars, save for the occasional Mercedes. There was no Uber, only zillions of clean taxis. Google maps barely worked. Forget about ApplePay.

The best localization was the near-absence of horn honking. Add that to the clean streets and a subway that was the most sensible I’ve ever seen and you have a metropolis that’s unlike any other.

Cusine was in a world of its own. Burgers, fries, and burritos were as good as I could get at home. The Vietnamese food was better than any I’d had anywhere else. Even the Italian meal was better than most places serve where I live.

I spent a lot of time and money in a patisserie that was as good as any in Paris.

I deliberately chose not to experience this Irish pub in Gagnam. There’s no doubt in my mind that Koreans can dish up bangers and mash along with a thick warm stout. It’s just that I don’t care for that kind of food from any purveyor.

On that day, I walked right on by so that I could have another memorable meal at my favorite Seoul establishment.

About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.