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eating some noodles with my sam gyup sal

san gip sal

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Chris Vitiello said…
what is "sam geup sal"?
postpran said…
Sam Gyup Sal (I spell'd it wrong originally) is unsmoked thick cut bacon grilled at your table. You wrap the pork in lettuce with a spicy bean paste (called Ssam Jang). It is served with different side dishes. Some variation of Kimchee is always included. Other side dishes include Kong Na Mul (the beans in the pictures) and various fresh vegetables. You usually drink a strong liquor called Soju. Soju can fuck you up. It gives me a bit of a hangover.
JWG said…
spelling schmelling. there is no right way.

i am hungry.

Chris, if you have not tried Sam gyup sal yet, find a korean place asap, get it, love it. sam means 3. O gyup sal , the O means 5. 3 what? 5 what? layers of fat. oh ya mama. also Mok sal, from the pig neck?

anyway, all these meats you cook at the table. you use scissors to cut em up, you get to play with your food. it is grand

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