So the site is still in the midst of its big revamp, but I couldn’t help but post our mildly not-so-American July 4th, held at the one and only Beer Hunter Season 2 on Seonyo-ro in Yangpyeong right by the Costso (we’re pretty sure there is no Season 1). And yes, that is the name of the bar. Even though it isn’t even really a bar at all but rather a hof: a place where Koreans go to eat and get drunk that lives somewhere between a restaurant and an actual bar. The lights are up and the music is low, but you can get as shitfaced as you want. Hooray!
The Most American Thing We Could Find
We ordered a big pitcher of cheap Korean beer as we didn’t feel like paying $4.50 for one bottle of Budweiser and several big plates of meat. I’m not saying sesame kimchi sausages and garlic wings are completely American, but just the sheer volume of meat made us feel better about our patriotism. Oh, and they were playing American baseball.
Amazing Kimchi Sausage Platter!
When they tried to ID our group of mid-to-late twenty-somethings to make sure we all met the 19 year-old drinking age (the first time this has happened to any of us in Korea) the end of our first pitcher was already dripping into our frosty mugs. It was at this junction I informed them quite indubitably that I did not have any ID as I am 30 years old (in Korean age). Not to mention I was probably five years older than anyone who was working at the time. I felt a little bad for being unintentionally rude, but I guess they felt even worse for questioning us. Soooo they gave us an amazing platter of very expensive and very delicious duck meat! Yayy free meat!!! We were already disgustingly full, but you better believe we shoveled that duck in our faces regardless. After all, it’s the American way.
Cheap Korean Beer and Free Duck!
After a hilarious conversation with some wasted Korean businessmen who insisted that Kansas City is THE definitive city in America, (sorry, what?) and another about internationally offensive hand gestures, we headed home feeling a little drunk, incredibly too full, and happy to have paid a small homage to our great big ol’ country the other side of the date line.
Cheers, America!
