A Culinary Confession

Written by Kyle about Korea, Republic of. Feelin' normal
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She looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "You know you want me.  Just look how sumptuous and enticing I am.  You can't resist me." 

I tried to look away.  I tried to think of something else, but she just wouldn't go away.  I know that if I indulged now, I would feel it later. 

"Hey, it's OK.", she reassured me.  "Let's do it, just like old times."

And so I did.  I sunk my fork into her and scooped her into my mouth.  Who was she?  She was the exquisite combination of cheese, chicken, sour cream, and tortilla that the cuisine experts at On the Border call an "enchilada".  And I don't regret eating it a bit.

On the Border is Yummy in Korea

I used to complain when I would see other travelers going into a McDonald's or a Burger King.  I couldn't understand why someone would go so far from home only to taste the same things that are accross the street from where they live.  But I can now safely say that I am a hypocrite and I do it myself.

Don't get me wrong, I love Korean food.  I don't think I've had better dinners than the nights where I've stuffed myself full of pork galbi and spicy kimchi soup.  As good as it is, however, there's only so much fermeted cabbage that I can eat.  After a while, my the solar plexus needs a reminder of home.  Even if its a shitty one.

This isn't the first time that I've done this, either.  I've dined in Burger King more outside the US than I ever did while I was back home.  In fact, when I'm in familiar territory, I wouldn't dare to step in most fast food joints; it's just not my style of eating.

Away from home, it's different, though.  I start to miss the things that I never liked in the first place, like a whopper meal.  I even go so far as to King Size it, fearing that if I don't completely placate the urge, I might return the next day.  When I see the golden arches, I start to remember the taste of the french fries in my mouth.  I imagine making a complete meal that consists of 5 orders of fries and 10 packets of ketchup.  And when I heard there was an On the Border in Korea's largest mall, well, I had to go.  The fact that they had guacamole was enough incentive. 

And you know what?  It tasted damn good.  I might even have to go back.  Just don't tell anyone, or it might ruin my reputation as a hardened traveler.

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