So I've managed to be in Seoul for two months without seeing, trying, or catching the faintest whiff of the meat that Korea is notorious for.... DOG. At the urging of Foster, who was eager to try it, we finally went to a boshintang restaurant today for dinner.
Discreetly nestled between a Japanese restaurant and a small cafe, the "보신탕" sign was easy to find, but also easy for queasy-stomached foreigners to avoid. And a mere two minute walk from our goshitel in Sinchon!
We got to the restaurant, which specialized in boshintang and other summer dishes. I ordered samgyetang, a boiled chicken soup in which the chicken is stuffed with sweet rice, dates, and ginseng.
Foster stuck with the boshintang, along with an entire table of Korean men who ordered the same.