08. 09. BREAKFAST

un sandwich

This is from the same place that I previously had the pretty amazing sandwich from, but unfortunately it is not the same pretty amazing type of sandwich. According to my brother, who went on an errand to the bakery because he was craving a pretty amazing sandwich, the pretty amazing sandwich did not exist in that place at that time. We were heartbroken. This sandwich wasn’t bad by any means, but true to form, it was not as amazing as it could have been. Also my brother thought that the offer to have the sandwich cut meant that it would be cut in the middle, down the half, in two, but alas, he was wrong. He seems to do that a lot, miscommunicate with people who are trying to sell him things.

07. 09. LUNCH

quesadillas

Sometimes I think, privately, that I’m not as bad at finding my way as I make myself out to be. And then I actually try to go somewhere, and I realize that yes, I am every bit as bad as you can possibly make a human being sound. It’s really not even funny anymore. Or it goes past not being funny and becomes funny again. Today I walked forty minutes trying to find the business school buildings on the SNU campus, a distance which should have taken me less than five minutes. Which actually did take less than five minutes, when a knowledgeable person walked me back the way I should have come. As a consequence of this, the whole “drink lots of water and get over your heatstroke xoxo self” thing has failed catastrophically. I would have skipped afternoon classes, but there’s an air conditioner the size of a room in that… room. These quesadillas (and I use the term loosely) were, unwittingly, what I walked forty minutes for. But by that point I had walked forty minutes so everything tasted amazing, despite the fact that they didn’t come with anything but a tiny dish of pickled radish. Also for laughs I am going to tag this as “sandwich”.

07. 02. LUNCH

a pretty amazing sandwich

The colors are oddly off in this picture, but eh. I don’t take the best pictures anyway. In fact I don’t even take better pictures, or just good pictures. Maybe what I should take is a photography class sometime. Except it’s not like drawing or painting, I feel like the bar is set way higher than that. So I’ll be too much of a coward to. But that’s that, and the sandwich is a sandwich is a sandwich. Holler!

07. 02. BREAKFAST

a pretty amazing sandwich

So I need to broaden my horizons in respect to sandwiches. You know, get one from a really awesome New York sandwich place thing, punch Jessica Alba in the face just to get to a croque-monsieur, that sort of thing. But as it stands currently, Kim Young Mo bakery still makes the best damn sandwiches I have ever had. Unfortunately for the sake of diversity, my brother agrees, and this morning on a whim we decided to walk to the bakery just to get a sandwich for breakfast. It was raining, as the monsoon is here for real, but in retrospect it was probably worth it. I don’t even know what it is about their sandwiches, but this is one of my favorites — it could be the gouda, or the bountiful spread of mayo (at least I think it’s mayo, but it might not be, since it’s not sickening the way you’d expect mayo to be) or anything else, but I think a lot of it is the bread. This bread is fantastic. It does this thing where it’s crunchy and springy, it’s got texture, but it offers absolutely no resistance to your biting through it. There’s no tearing of the bread required, because it breaks so clean and even. Even after being told by the dentist not to use the left side of my mouth today, I had no problem enjoying this little marvel. No, I don’t work there, though I’m sure I would like to.