The Thousands

If my brother was an embarrassingly megalomaniac dictator who holed himself up in my backyard, I think I would get some idea of what it felt like to be South Korea. My brother however is a gentle soul and so again this wonderful nation goes by not quite understood by the likes of myself, its unique cuisine and culture often obscured by the cold shadow of tyranny.

Hence I always delight when I get a fresh South Korean introduction. And the recently opened Seoul Soul on Victoria Street is a good one. Be careful not to miss it; the grey façade sort of blends in with the footpath but behind the scenes you can watch the chefs at work and it has a fresh, clean fit-out that is quite unique on the street.

We weren’t entirely sure what the menu was offering us, but we landed a couple of ‘bibimbaps’ and I was pleasantly surprised at the rainbow of beef and pickles that bowled up on my plate. Some unobtrusive K-pop drifted from the speakers, the meals together totalled 20 bucks and we left full to the bulgogi of South Korean soul.