Koreans Love Fried Chicken

On Saturday Joe and I tried our best to go to a "Kia Tigers" game. Baseball teams here are not named after towns or provinces. Just the companies who sponsor them. We waited in a long line for over 2 hours. I guess it normally isn't that busy, but they had been winning a lot of games lately. The line refused to move. We didn't know if the game had sold out or if the booth hadn't opened yet. We even had three Koreans with us, no one knew what was going on. In the states such a large mob would never have been so calm and complacent with waiting for no clear reason. We may not have been able to get our fix of beer and chicken in the stadium, but such pleasures weren't far away!
(I am eating some nice squishy octopi above. The heads are so squishy!!!)





This picture is by a team bus. Just after I took it, a Korean toddler broke from his mother's grasp and plowed right into me! I make friends so easily.










To the displeasure of Joe and me, the Koreans picked a "sit on the floor" restaurant. Our western backs and weak caucasian knees were not accustomed to squatting...

But that's what beer and chicken is for. An interesting thing about Korean chicken. Sometimes you can tell what part of the chicken it is from. Most of the time you can't.

They do make a mean bird though!


All of these signs were taken within a block from each other!
(I especially love the one's where a chicken is serving/ eating chicken!!!)














































Before the chicken we were served the usual squid appetizers. There were still squidbeaks inside.












Here is a small shot of downtown (Sheenay) Gwangju.
There are about 1/2 of the signs and 1/2 of the normal levels of people here. Odd but welcoming to see English signs,
Korean and Konglish (the mix of the two) side by side.


Dunkin Donuts is
everywhere. Most are
modest in size but some
like this are three stories.
When you charge
3,000 W. for coffee (about $2.50) you can
afford to have a tower of sugar and caffeine.















Three hours in the hot sun waiting for tickets plus much chicken makes us very tired by 9:00. Nothing a stop by BK can't fix. It is the only source of PURE American fast food. For beef anyway. The Mcdee's fries and BK fries are the same. Only Burger King keeps their same burger size.


...Thanks King.