Last year my friend and I visited Boston for Spring Break, we discovered many delicious places to eat, so this time we decided to give Chicago a shot!
As soon as we arrived to our hostel, we quickly placed our belongings in our room, brushed our teeth and headed out the door. We had the luck of being in one of Chicago’s nicest areas, or so we were told. After walking a few blocks outside the residential area we found ourselves in what appeared to be one of the busiest streets in the zone. Oh my goodness, I instantly fell in love with the city. There were various small restaurants and shops, the type of places you could spend a whole day walking in and out of and just never get bored. It was already dark outside yet we decided to stroll around the place. We discovered various restaurants, some where packed and others were empty. In Chicago we found that there were only extremes; either your restaurant was packed, or your tables were empty. Of course, we went for the place which could barely sit anyone else in.
As soon as a customer left their table, someone else quickly got it. This seemed to be the dynamic of Del Seoul, a Korean BBQ restaurant. We entered the shop and headed straight to the cashier and placed our order. Of course, me being myself, I took what seemed an eternity to order. I ended up trusting the recommendation of our adorable cashier. Few times have I met someone who treated with me so much patience, considering the way I am and that there was a long line behind me. We headed to a nice table near the window and waited for our order to arrive. As soon as I got my Korean taco I instantly took a picture of it. This action alarmed our neighbor who, without any hesitation, pointed out that I must really be obsessed with food. This turned into a somewhat interesting conversation between strangers in which she mentioned how she studied abroad in Korea and had never heard of a Korean taco; to say the least, she was a skeptic.
To keep this somewhat short, our skeptic neighbor seemed to have loved her food. She devoured a plate of wings and another of meat, rice, and veggies. Meanwhile my friend had a pot of veggies and meat over a bed of rice, and I had a combination of meat, chives, cheeses, and cream over fries. I have no idea what anything that we ordered was called, but to say the least, it was all amazing. As I write this I am still dreaming about the beautiful combinations of flavors that formed in my mouth with each bite that I took. I followed the instructions given my the waitress, which were to alternate the combinations of my plate. Sometimes I’d take fries with meat, others meat with cream, cheese, and a spicy sauce I stole from my friend. Every bite tasted different, and yet everything was perfect.
I would recommend this place to anyone who visits Chicago. I feel so lucky we stumbled upon it because I’ve never tried anything like it before. The combination of Korean food with Latin American influences, like the taco and cream, proved to be physical representation of perfection.
See you later,
Karla Boza
*Please excuse the poor quality of some of the images, as they were taken with my cellphone.
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| Kalbi Poutine |
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| Miso Soup |
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| My personal favorite, the Kalbi Taco |