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Hefty chunks and creamy head

Posted December 11 by John Birmingham

I'm one of those people who doesn't like to travel too much when he travels. For sure, I'll happily fly around the world and through the night, but when I get where I'm going I like to sink my roots deep. I like to dig into every nook and cranny of whichever neighborhood I'm staying in rather than flitting about the country, changing hotels and moving from city to city every couple of days. It's possible I'm just weird and lazy, but ... okay, I guess it's more than possible.

In Korea this meant hanging out in the University district of Hongdae most of the time, occasionally riding the subway into the heart of the city, and not really venturing much further. A few people asked if we were going to go up to the DMZ, because it's awesome. And maybe if I'd been there another week, we would have. But not this time. Had too much hanging out to do.

One of the things I really like about my approach is not just getting to know a place, but letting the place get to know you. I like to choose a bar, a café and a couple of restaurants to get most of my business, for instance. The first time you roll in, they'll treat you like a tourist. The second time too. But by your third visit they're onto an earner and you start getting better treatment. In Seoul this often took the form of the password for the superfast Wi-Fi, nicer snacks with the drinks—seriously, these people serve snacks with every damn drink that arrives— or even free drinks.


Luckily, Thomas is a bit the same way. Probably even more than me. He's a good traveller, fearless* in many ways, but when he finds something he likes it's difficult to shake him of it. We ate the same breakfast nearly every day for 10 days.


We had one break from the routine to try out a specialist toast place. Yes. The Koreans have specialist toast shops. They are more civilised than us.

We tried Korean barbecue of course, but to be honest I never really found a place that grabbed me. There were two restaurants, both of them pretty cheap, that we kept going back to. One was a place called to Ddobagi chicken, which offered about a dozen different variations on fried or barbecued chook.

The other was Mawang, a specialist pork joint which had more than generous service of beautifully cooked pigmeat. We ordered one platter, medium sized. It defeated us.

Neither place was looking for the tourist dollar and none of the staff spoke English. But they did have menus with pictures of the food for idiot Westerners who wandered in by accident and we did just fine by pointing at those and rubbing our tummies. So too with the beer.

Chicken and beer it turns out, is the national dish of Korea. Not that fiery cabbage shit everyone goes on about. We defaulted to the same two or three dishes each time at Ddobagi – an eponymous sort of nugget mound in which hefty chunks of deep-fried breast meat arrived in a crunchy coating of spiced rice flour, and a platter of legs and wings smoked and baked in a sticky sweet seasoning. There was a barbecued menu item that looked amazing, but the staff anxiously mimed to us that its fiery spices would kill us instantly. Should I ever be in Seoul at the same time as Mr Barnes, we shall see about that. The beer was some ice-cold local brew which appeared to be called Max Cream but which I insisted on ordering as Creamy Head because at heart I'm a 14 year old boy.

We doubtlessly would have discovered two or three other really cool places if we'd stretched our legs. But then I'd have eaten less Ddobagi chicken and Mawang Pork.

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*You have not seen determined until you've seen a 17yo boy negotiate across an impenetrable language barrier with the staff at an Internet cafe for access to the gaming 'puters.

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jl would have you know...

Posted December 11
That food n stuff looks amazing. Totally agree with your method of seeing the world. Much better to get to know one place well, then a dozen places superficially. Plus the tourist shacks are always horrible, a real rip-off.

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Spanner puts forth...

Posted December 11
Where is my fried chicken?

WHY DONT I HAVE FRIED CHICKEN?

I’m sitting here at work like some sort of fried chickenless numpty and this will not do.

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Barnesm mumbles...

Posted December 11
I can testify to the awesomeness of the Beer & Chicken combination embodied as the Korean national dish. Around my neck of the woods in Melb I am fortunate to live in a largely Asian community and from the smallish Korean eateries to the larger Korean franchises such as NeNe Chicken or Bon Chicken & Beer the stuff is deliciously satisfying. I am a little alarmed that at my local they no longer ask for my order but as I come in simply look up and with a slightly raised inflection at the end of their statement 'the usual'.

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Doccs swirls their brandy and claims...

Posted December 11
Good stuff JB, getting to know the place you’re visiting is cool.
I never could understand all the sightseeing and photos me self.

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Bondiboy66 asserts...

Posted December 11
Yes have done the same thing - staying put that is. We stayed in a small southern French town about 2 years back, went to the same cafe for breakfast for 2 weeks. By day 3 we were virtually locals!

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she_jedi mumbles...

Posted December 11
"There was a barbecued menu item that looked amazing, but the staff anxiously mimed to us that its fiery spices would kill us instantly." I'm not sure why, but I laughed so hard at this.


I am a late convert to Korean fried chicken, but by every known god it's good. I want to go to Seoul now :(

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The King's Ohio Rifles

Posted December 10 into Books by John Birmingham

Jason Lambright has released an extract from the draft of the alt history novel he's been working on. THE KING'S OHIO RIFLES. It's set in a WW1 where the US is still part of the British Empire.

Whole thing is here.

Elizabeth Moore was bumping along the road to Binche, she had an ambulance full of wounded. One of the men was sobbing, she took deep drags on her harsh cigarette.

The scene back in Thuin was bedlam, there were so damn many hurt and maimed men waiting to be evacuated, and so few ambulances and medical staff. The loading had been done to the soundtrack of heavy artillery fire, she had sat in her seat and watched as a round pulverized one of the few intact brick houses left.

It was damned unhealthy.

As she drove along the pitch-black road with her wholly inadequate blackout lights, she knew that this road was dangerous as hell, too. She had to constantly make her way around craters and other debris, she feared getting stuck as she navigated through cow pastures.

As usual, the lamentations of the men in the back stretched her nerves tight. And they were like piano strings tonight. The word she had received back at the aid station in Thuin was bleak, the Germans were breaking through along the line and they weren’t taking prisoners.

What would they do to her, she wondered, if captured? Probably something very unpleasant. She was in a grey area. Not really Army, not really a civilian, and definitely a woman. She really didn’t want to find out. When she heard about the German no-prisoners threat, she believed it. She didn’t intend to be captured, and she took a few measures to prevent rape followed by death.

She dodged a corpse. Her expert eye judged it fairly fresh one, allied. She drew in hard on her cigarette, she was glad she had spotted the dead man in time. Elizabeth hated the squishy feel beneath her wheels.

Some figures loomed out of the darkness. Maybe the mates of the dead man, she thought. She peered, she squinted. The blackout lights weren’t helping her much, and these buggers weren’t clearing off of the road. Her lips pressed into a thin line. Stupid gits. She flicked her cigarette out of the cab and drew a breath. She was going to give these idiots a real tongue-lashing.

At the precise moment that she was about to yell, her shout died frozen in her throat. Her blood ran cold, a bolt of lightning-like adrenaline shot through her body from head to toe.

Germans.

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Bondiboy66 has opinions thus...

Posted December 10
Totally looking forward to reading the whole story!

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she_jedi reckons...

Posted December 10
So, SOOOO good :D

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FormerlyKnownAsSimon swirls their brandy and claims...

Posted December 12
i think i must be tired. Or just distracted from smoking a pack of bushies (2million hectares of prime aussie bush in every breath) a day without a filter. I kept looking at the title and thinking it said Oreo and then my brain going off on a tangent that companies were like monarchies and had armies . . . . yeah maybe too many oreo's for lunch. Actually that rings a bell - was it Kim Stanley Robinsons Mars books that had that idea that countries didn't rule themselves but companies carved up the earth?

she_jedi mumbles...

Posted December 12
Look I am on board for the King's Oreo Rifles, they sound delicious

jl is gonna tell you...

Posted December 12
Yeah. I wonder if they come as deep fried or chocolate covered? Me, as a kid I always liked pulling them apart and licking out the filling.

she_jedi swirls their brandy and claims...

Posted December 13
Surely pulling them apart and licking out the filling is the ONLY way to eat an Oreo?

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Ironic, tragic and “a rich source of potassium”

Posted December 10 into Blunty by John Birmingham

I love the $170 000 banana art story much I could just eat it.

At Blunty...

I am in awe of Italian artist Maurizio Cattelan, who convinced three rich idiots in three separate transactions to cough up between 175,000 and 220,000 dollary-doos for a duct-taped banana on a wall over the weekend.

But I am truly, madly and deeply impressed by hungry performance artist Dave Datuna, who ate the half-million-dollar installation without warning, permission or a freshly cooked waffle swimming in chocolate sauce.

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insomniac asserts...

Posted December 10
One could say that the art only resides in the duct tpe

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New best friends

Posted December 9 by John Birmingham

All sorts of things surprised me about Seoul. And some delighted me. Among the latter was the inescapable everywhereness of cartoonified... mascots? Characters? Anime friends?
I don’t really know the correct nomenclature, but they’re everywhere. Like, literally everywhere you turn you are likely to run into the gigantic plastic or furry manifeststation of Korea’s childlike fascination with delightful little cartoon friends.

Pondering the sorrows of human conflict at the National War Museum?
Let your little friends help you process that.


Drank too much soju and got a little rowdy?
Officer Friendly and PC Plod have a bed for you in the lock up until you feel better.

I found these things everywhere. The foyers of banks, the forecourts of giant industrial combines. And of course in the many, many, many brick and mortar shopfronts of the various corporations (such as Japan’s Line messaging app) that brand themselves with little friends.

At first it was just weird. You’ve got this hugely successful, super advanced post industrial civilisation, and it looks like it’s obsessed with infantilised cartoon culture.

But within days, so was I. There is something hugely appealing about universal whimsy. I found the more time I spent in the company of my little cartoon friends...

...Some not so little...

... the calmer and happier I was. The 24hr insta-rage energy of Twitter and Facebook pretty much lost all attraction for me. I ignored Facebook the whole time I was there, and logged into Twitter rarely, mostly to post pics of my dinner when I ordered too much. There just seemed to be no sense to any of it when I could be spending time digging on the magical superquirk of Korea’s cartoon mojo.

It wasn’t a youth culture thing. I saw very serious looking, and very successful businessmen lined up to buy teddy bear stickers, stuffed toys, weird, almost inexplicable plastic fancies (cartoon sperm, plastic egg yolk superhero totes).

I never really came to understand any of it. I still don’t.

But I did love it.

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Bondiboy66 mutters...

Posted December 9
Japan appears similar. On a short stopover in Tokyo a few years back I noted that anime-like cartoons all over the place on signage etc...not so much the oversized Korean versions though!

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Barnesm puts forth...

Posted December 9
Indeed John Oliver commented on the thousands of mascots throughout Japan on his program 'The Japanese city of Susaki cut ties with their unofficial otter mascot, Chiitan, and otter wearing a turtle for a hat, leaving their official otter mascot, Shinjo-kun, all alone. So we came up with a plan to help'.

It sounds like you really liked Seoul if you could would you live there? If I could choose I think I would live in Iceland.

John Birmingham is gonna tell you...

Posted December 10
I asked myself this a few times while walking around the city. I feel like I could, because my work isn't geotagged to any one place. But I'd have to learn the language, which is not easy. And I do wonder what Jane might think of it.

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I heart Seoul

Posted December 6 by John Birmingham

I went to Korea for Schoolies Week and I loved it. A long time ago we offered both kids a choice. They could take themselves off to Schoolies, or we could take them overseas. They’re not dummies. They took the travel option.

I got Thomas, who chose Hong Kong (I know, right) and Seoul.

We flew into HK the weekend of the big campus showdown (bows and arrows and molotovs vs sound cannons and tear gas).

It was fine. I thought it would be. Having done a lot of reporting on riots and political violence when I started out I know that as intense as the scenes can be on TV, you get a block away from the action... nada.

Still, you could see the damage from previous street battles most places we went. And beer was very expensive. I was happy to fly up to Seoul after a couple of days.

I know Murph had a terrible time in Korea, but I blame his hosts; the US Army. We had a great time. We stayed in a cool hotel, the L7 in Hongdae.

It had a boss level lounge and bar, a well equipped gym, and it sits on the edge of a groovy part of town, next to Hongik University. The uni used to be the old Defence Headquarters (I think) but it’s now an art/design centre. The streets around it are full of student bars and cafes and there’s this sort of winding mall where would-be K-Pop stars perform every night.

It was a carnival space, really. You could have your fill of cheap beer and fried chicken, check out half a dozen acts in the space of five minutes, and just hang with the crowds.

I thought the Korean kids were awesome. Seoul is a 24 hour city, but everything accelrates after dark. Most places don’t seem to fire up before lunch time, but when night falls ... boom!

I’d get up most mornings and go hunt out a coffee. It’s true what they say about cafe’s in Seoul. They’re everywhere. These guys are obsessed with the bean. I’d walk up to a 24hr place where the old boy working the espresso machine baked fresh madelines every morning.

It meant walking through a night club district just as the doors were opening and the revellers spilled onto the streets. You know what a shit show that can be.

Except it wasn’t. I don’t know that getting blotto is a big part of their culture. The kids would appear blinking in the dawn, but also smiling and tired. No aggro. Not once. The whole city had a really chilled vibe like that.

Maybe it’s because all the young blokes have to do two years in the army and they all know taekwondo or something. Or maybe K-Pop is just cooler than bogan culture.

Either way I walked that club district every day for ten days and saw nothing but good vibes.
Pics and stories to come.

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AuntyLou mutters...

Posted December 6
Seriously? You got drinkable coffee in Seoul? Hubby & I spent a couple of nights stopover in central Seoul a few years ago & could not believe how bad the coffee was everywhere we went. Burnt dirt over & over. Apart from that...fabulous place. Would happily return. Travel tips gratefully received. Glad your boy has turned into such a sensible young man. Congratulations.

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Murphy_of_Missouri would have you know...

Posted December 7
There literally is not enough money on the planet to get me to visit that part of the planet again. Eleven months was plenty.

As for Seoul, well, a night at the symphony was nice while trussed up in a civilian double breasted number, but I did not enjoy my time there. The best moment was getting on the plane and leaving.

No fault to the Koreans, to be fair. I didn't really deal with them much.

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Barnesm mutters...

Posted December 7
That matches with what I heard from a couple of colleagues that did post docs in Seoul, they said similar stuff. Sounds like a good place to go especially since I wouldn't need to give up my coffee. Where did the other half of the family choose if you don't mind me asking?

Murphy_of_Missouri asserts...

Posted December 7
It must not smell like shit anymore.

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Posted December 8
Ha. No. It smells like waffles. There was a waffle cart directly out front of our hotel. When I think of the smell of Seoul, that's what I remember. Despite all of the beer and fried chicken.

Barnes: Italy and HKG.

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Dave W is gonna tell you...

Posted December 8
When Mrs W and I spent a stopover (in mid-fucking-winter) in Seoul a few years ago, we visited the local war-memorial/museum. It was also frequented by the US service-people stationed nearby.

With my number-zero haircut I got a few weird doubletakes from the those guys when they saw that I was with a *gasp* lady.

We also had some inexplicable trouble with the local ATMs, so spent a day absolutely cash-less until we found one that would accept one of our cards. And as for coffee...no...just no, awful, instant, nestle shit. But this was in the mid-2000s.

And did I mention that it was mid-winter. It was -15c most of the time.

But you paint a much more attractive word-picture, JB, and pretty much could entice me to go back. So my perceptions of Seoul and Korea aren't as bad as Mr Murphy's.

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No time to die

Posted December 5 into Movies by John Birmingham

This looks good.

And yes, I'm back. Time for some gratuitous sex and violence.

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jl mumbles...

Posted December 5
Nice to see the 'Burger cranking up again!

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Bondiboy66 would have you know...

Posted December 5
Bond flick looks good - nice to see the classic Aston Martin back!

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Barnesm would have you know...

Posted December 5
Wasn't that fussed, until I saw Rami Said Malek in it. NOW I'm interested.

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Dave W swirls their brandy and claims...

Posted December 5
I was going to say that it's _always_ time for gratuitous sex and violence. And then I realised that it would make me seem just a bit odd.

Where's Havock to tell us instead? We expect it of him.

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HAVOCK21 puts forth...

Posted December 5
BAAAAAAH FKN BANZAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BITCHES!

Whats NOT TO FKNB LIKE, BOND ( me or fkn based on me ...rather looosly I might add, cois---I'M FKN BETTER!

WENCHES...TWIN....THATS TWIN! FKN MINI"S ON THE ASTON!..yeah baby come get some, Bond doing donuits,,,well circle work for us real fkn shkips and more bloody British teas at dawn away borders jkilling shit .

Oh yes, the musical score is also something to behold. The picture whilst at times grainy and deliberate for effect culminates in what can only be described as world-class cinematography. No fancy choppers and what not dropping off surfers whilst 18 year s storm the beach the Wagner and such, but non the less, well crafted I must say.

Shall be an EPIC FKN WATCH!

Naut is gonna tell you...

Posted December 6
H, I love your rants and will defend your right to nuke whatever you like from orbit. But when you misspell donut

YOU
HAVE
GONE
TOO
FAR!

I accept donut and doughnut but donuit is a crime and cannot go unpunished

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Dirk has opinions thus...

Posted December 6
It's always time for some gratuitous sex and violence, JB.

PS the donuit is a nightly French donut, also known as a Macron, or as Angela Merkel tends to call him, her little French crumpet. But this aside ...

HAVOCK21 has opinions thus...

Posted December 8
Yeah, Donuit...whats Dirk fkn Said NAUT!

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Dave W puts forth...

Posted December 8
Yes, very much like the 50s-60s look and feel, and then the shift to the present. I'm intrigued.

And the obvious parallel of Bond of the 50s-60s to the present. Quite intrigued.

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