Yesterday, I was getting sundubu and the waitress reminded me of the soup nazi. She yelled at me for taking too long to peruse the menu and then got angry when I refused to eat 2 of the 5 side-dishes that came with the meal (I was just trying not to be wasteful. I mean I didn’t need fresh kimchi, sauteed kimchi, and turnip kimchi at the same meal. I went for the fresh kimchi.) I seriously thought she was going to lose it when I asked for an egg to drop into the sundubu. She gave me the egg and the evil eye that said, “No Soup for you.”
Oh, Korea. How I “heart” thee.