A couple beers and soju later, we head to a very cool and popular restaurant a few train stops away.
This place was packed. Good music, good atmosphere, good food. Most amazing though was the beer pourer. You would put you glass in, and it would tilt it, pour it, and give it back to you, with just a touch of head on it.
We were given a numbered buzzer, which we could just show the cooks, and have them buzz us to know when the dish was ready. There were dozens of them in the central strip of the restaurant, all with examples of what they'll cook on display.
Jake had missed his last train, and we managed to convince him to party. Next, we head to the local NB (Noise Basement, club). Things were pretty mild until a Korean hiphop duo get on stage to perform. The crowd surges forward, and I promptly lose track of John and Jake.
I don't understand a word of the performance, but the crowd is electric.
A couple hundred dollars between us of jäger bombs later, and we emerge from the club at about 4:30, get back to the hostel about 5:30, and while I don't actually remember going to bed, wake up to the sound of the kimchee staff cleaning the room. Who the hell is cleaning the room so early? They've never done this before, we were thinking.
Turns out it was 2pm. We managed to crawl regretfully out of bed for an hour, only to go back and rest until about 8pm, and emerge for chicken and beer at our local restaurant for breakfast/dinner. The day has been wasted, really. All the drinking must have weakened my immune system, as I seem to have caught Johns cold to boot.
And that's Gungnam.
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