I had to head out very early in the morning on Day 12 to start my trek out to Pyeongchang, so I didn’t have time for any sort of breakfast. I was pretty hungry by the time I found an open restaurant at the very desolate ski resort Alpensia. There wasn’t a whole lot on the menu that whetted my appetite. I settled for a bowl of rice topped with pork cutlet. It wasn’t my favorite meal of the trip. But it got the job done.
After my sightseeing for the day (and the trip) was done, I got a snack in Jinbu before catching the train back to Seoul: a “chockochip” twist. Now they’re speaking my language!
That evening back in Seoul, I decided that I wanted to have the last dinner of my trip at a restaurant on the surprisingly lively alley I first walked down when I arrived in Seoul late at night. I settled on a place serving Southeast Asian cuisine, partly because I wasn’t really sure what I’d get at one of the more traditional Korean places. The options at those places weren’t too familiar to me, and I’m not one for guessing games when it comes to food.
I thought it was a little funny that the restaurant served Southeast Asian food, rather than Malaysian food or Indonesian food or something else specific. Southeast Asian seemed a rather broad category. But it was really funny what was on the menu. I ordered the extremely generically named Asian Cuisine Noodle. I got it with beef. As generic as it sounded, it was very good and quite spicy. (Of course it wasn’t nearly as infernal as the chicken galbi I had gotten the night before.) It turned out to be one of my favorite meals I got in Korea. And you definitely can’t knock the colorful presentation.
And that was the final meal of my last fabulous international sightseeing trip to date.
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