If I were in Houston and someone tried to sell me a waffle out of their truck on the side of the street, I'd look at them like they're crazy. But here in Korea, selling food out of a truck or the back of a motorcycle is the norm. You know the saying, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do"? Well, what can else can I say besides... When in Korea, do as the Koreans do.
We were walking past this food truck, and it actually smelled delicious! That doesn't happen too often to me here. It's usually just the opposite.
We passed it up, and I told Talton I wanted to go back and try a waffle. He was just as surprised as I'm sure you are. If you've known me for only 10 minutes, you know that I'm a picky eater. Me trying things doesn't happen too often, especially if someone I trust, like Talton, hasn't tried it first to tell me all about it.
Can you believe I'm eating "street food" on the street?! I'm pretty sure my travel books specifically said not to do this. I was hoping for just a waffle with some powdered sugar on top (because that's what it smelled like when we walked by), but that girl whipped some stuff on the inside pretty fast so I figured I'd just roll with it.
When we got home, I got a closer inspection and saw that it was smothered in honey and some sort of mango concoction. Honey I'm good with. Mango not so much.
I think I'll soon be making a visit to the waffle and ice cream place downstairs in our building where Talton assures me I can get a waffle just the way I want it. :)