For the past 7 months, I've been trying out this thing called working. By trying out, I mean that there's been zero room for anything else in my life, and this includes this blog and my poor cat who now hates me
and tried to piss on me the other night.
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| My terribly mannered cat trying to filch a cube of chicken. |
So my current job stems from annoying experiences as an expat, namely eating.
Is anyone surprised? I mean...I do like to eat. What I always found frustrating is the path of discovery for restaurants. Most good meals I've had in Korea found their way to my face through haphazard happenstance. There's never been one single way, or even a few solid ways, of discovering a good restaurant. A Facebook post here. A magazine article there. A random conversation. With no organized method of how I came across these tasty tidbits of info, I felt something like an ant feeling around without antennas.
