Friday night we got home kind of late and were both too tired to do anything but sit on the couch and sort of half pay attention to the latest episode of CSI:Miami playing on Korean cable.
Not motivated to cook after my uncharacteristic baking frenzy of the night before, I suggested Dave put his Korean skills to the ultimate expat test: calling for pizza delivery.
If you know Dave, you know that getting delivery ranks right up there with root canals and paying taxes on his list of favorite things to do. He hates to waste good money on mediocre food and paying extra just to have it brought to the door just adds insult to wallet injury. I half-expected him to insist we make do with one of the packages in the giant case of discount ramyeon he bought at Costco.
But, he didn’t. And, when he saw I was serious about busting out the instant mac and cheese, he quickly started dialing.
Could he do it?
As you can see, he could.
We got the food just fine, but were a little surprised to end up paying almost 19,000KRW ($19US) for this “large,” eight-slice pizza. I wonder what a small one looks like.
The pie, from Papa John’s, was very tasty—made with (yes!) real cheese—but a bit too pricey. Also, you can’t see it on the label in the picture, but the word 의국인 (”foreigner”) was typed in the space for customer name. Dave doesn’t recall them asking for his name when he ordered, just the address.
I think they can probably tell we’re not from here, so I guess the address and “foreigner” was all they thought the delivery guy would need to know. I do find it hard to believe we’re the only foreigners ordering pizza in this neighborhood, but maybe I’m wrong.
