Back to food. Aaah food. The point of my story is that through some miracle of wonderfulness, Korea has obtained the unauthentic Mexican restaurant chain known as On The Border, just a 15 minute subway ride away from my house. Now I know this is not real Mexican food. But I don't care. It's tacos and burritos and fajitas, people, and you just can't find that kind of thing in Korea outside of the tiny foreigner's area (think Chinatown but full of non-Koreans) which is over an hour away (and in a scary part of town, too). I almost never go there. When the landscape of your day-to-day life is dominated by millions of Asians it's disconcerting to be around large groups of foreigners. It makes me nervous! Don't ask me what I'll do when I get back to the States. Probably go into some kind of shock and live in a cardboard box until it passes.
So when I heard they were opening an On The Border nearby I immediately arranged for a group of my friends to go. So we went last night and we apologetically gorged ourselves on all things Mexican and it was AWESOME. A day later I'm still full and so satisfied. While I like having the choices we enjoy at home (and can't wait to have them back) waiting a year to eat a certain type of food really makes you appreciate it.
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