Singgeul Beonggeul
May 30th, 2007 by ~Mers
Tuesday night, we said farewell to two teachers, Falco and Sunny. Everyone came together to eat and say adieu at a restaurant called Singgeul Beonggeul. (Pronounced like Shingle Bungle.) In Korean, it literally translates to ‘grinning from ear to ear’. Actually, it was supposed to be at Singgeul Beonggeul, but that place was packed. But, the place across the street wasn’t, so we took it over.
Since this would be one of Falco’s last meals, he had only one thing on his mind: pig intestine. Yes, the intestines of the ‘Sus domestica‘. Each table had it’s own grilling coals, and we cooked them to our own likings. Though, we were careful to cook them through and through. I think Falco had had a previous encounter with eating raw meat, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience. As long as you get over the idea of eating intestines, they weren’t bad. It tasted just like a tissue-y meat, almost a chewy tortellini. Dip it in some sauce or eat them with lettuce and vegetables. Anything to help it go down. I liked them a little dark and crispy.
Pig intestine gives me the singgeul beonggeuls.
Mmmmm….pig intestines.
Because Falco was leaving, this meant that I’d be teaching on my own the next day. I didn’t want to stay out too late or be hung over. I had one glass of beer and switched to orange soda. But, no one was going to let me get away with that.
The school director walked over to our end and said, “Mers, you are too quiet. Where is your beer?” She made a reference to the Korean customs packet she gave me. “In Korea, we get together and drink. Where is your beer?” So, after that I was taking “one shots” with her. My chugging skills are very poor, especially when I’ve had my fill of intestine. My one shot was more like a three shot. She kept refilling my drink until I could do it the “right way”. I couldn’t.
Drink! You pansy!
We’ll miss you Sunny!
Everyone kept going, even though the night winded down. The cheap beer flowed like liquid gold and the soju made a couple of appearances. This went on until the wee hours, and every other restaurant was closing down. The night was just too short.
That’s not the half of them.
That pig intestine actually looks pretty good. How’s the beer? It appears you only drank one kind of beer. I’ve been rocking the Corona for the past few weeks on my AF thing. How did the pig intestine sauce taste? Was it that orange stuff? It kind of looks like the Southwest Chipotle dressing I put on my Subway sandwiches.
Oh….BTW….is Falco and Sunni just names you give people or are those their real names. If not I’m wondering if Falco ever busted out into the “Rock Me Amadeus!”. Keep your game tight.
I’ll have to ask around to get an actual definition of the sauce. It is the orange stuff, and you can throw other stuff in to your likings. I’ll post on the beer situation later. (I know I say that a lot)
Falco is a name I came up with. Sunny is an English name given to the Koreans. All the students have ‘English’ names, as well as the teachers. I have no idea what any of their Korean names are. To me, they’re just Jack, Chad, May, or King Kong.
For some reason, the pig intestine-lets actually look pretty good to me and in my imagination they taste pretty good too. Just call me Hungry!
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