9:30 a.m. Saturday morning. Jangnim-dong, Saha-gu, Busan, South Korea
There’s nothing like that first cup of coffee. Home plus-purchased, Tesco-brand, Level 5, French Roast, brewed in a French Press with a cracked lip I inherited from the teacher I replaced almost 11 months ago. I worried I may be ingesting microscopic pieces of glass with every pour. I still do.
It’s still a damn fine cup of coffee, though.
There’s nothing like the first plate of 오므라이스 (omurice), served with some funky cabbage salad and the usual banchan 고봉민김밥인 (Gobongmin Gimbap-in) offers, even if all the hype for this guilty-pleasure meal didn’t live up to the end product.