I went to a new supermarket today, brought by a fellow professor at Sogagn kind enough to share his wheels with me. It was a huge supermarket underneath the World Cup soccer stadium, a store of the sort of scale familiar to Americans, only with the great and unusual things you find in Korean supermarkets. Mostly this was a matter of scale rather than selection, stuff I have described before, though I was happy to see individually plastic wrapped sushi pieces selling for 390 won (39 cents) each.
Sushi lovers do well here. It is reason enough to come here in fact, you can save enough on each sushi meal to pay for the airfare. Since I can happily eat sushi each meal this is a good thing. At home, we limit ourselves to sushi once a month so we can eat our fill of it and still afford to still pay the mortgage. I haven't had sushi for breakfast yet since that requires the operationally complex move of leaving the apartment early, but I have had flying fish roe for breakfast, since you can buy that in the market and take it home. My Midwestern core finds eating flying fish roe for breakfast both exotic and delicious. Sushi is, happily, everywhere. There are regular and/or fancy sit down places, sushi buffets, and, my favorite, the restaurants where you sit in front of a conveyor belt and grab sushi pieces as they come by. You simply pay by the number and color of the plate. I have eaten at that sort of place in Hawaii, but the overall quality here is a qualitative leap for...
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