If you believe that there is no such thing but coincidence, then this might be for you.
So I’m walking down the street on my way home from work, and I have to admit that I feel a little down. I’m not supposed to feel that way, and I’m definitely not supposed to say that…but I do. Because this–this new lease on life– was everything I dreamed for, and perhaps I should be more patient. I just…feel like a nothing.
You see, I feel like I don’t really exist. I’m naturally really bubbly and always trying to make plans with people, but it’s just not happening here. No one (that’s a little white lie) is mean to me, but everyone has their own little shared histories and inside jokes and little “HEY WANNA GO TO BRUNCH?!” exclamations. So, you turn around and it’s for certain they weren’t asking you. You would never ever be invited. I guess that’s the kicker–I like everyone, and everyone is nice to me (eh, mostly, except when rude things are said and my face gets really read under my mask. Thank you mask culture for hiding my sensitivities.) Ultimately I’m just kind of an NPC. I don’t really have any value. I’m never going to be “HEY LET’S TAKE A PIC TOGETHER” pal or really liked on Instagram or have some inside joke. It’s a little heartbreaking. The people who want to do these things are across the world scattered about.
So each day, I just come back to my lonely box, because I don’t want to push it, there’s a tribe, and I’m on the outside looking in. One girl shows me her phone when she shows everyone else and she’s makes it a point to to make sure I’m apart of the phone showing and not left wondering, and it gives me hope. She’s so sweet. Maybe there’s hope.
So my eyes naturally gravitate towards anything in English (Okay, I can read hangul but it takes a bit.), and I come across this sign:
What’s this? Meat Pie in English? Im fascinated. But it’s placed right next to a clothing store targeted for the elderly, so is this a joke? Where is this place? I’m already a newb and a loner so what’s the harm in trying to find it?
And find it I did. Now, before I go on, I get the general basic concept of a meat pie but I also don’t really know anything about them. A…meat pie? As an American it has the same ring as a “free uni”–sounds lovely but out of my grasp. But I like meat and I like cheese, and I have nothing to lose. The worst thing that happens is that I fumble in Korean and I go back to my lonely box hungry.
But that was not that case.
There is a woman named Kimberley, and she can best be described as a “Seoul sister”. She’s the kind of person you know you are going to remember for a long time, and that there’s a reason she came into your life. She has the kind of energy that makes you feel like maybe your life is worth living and you have some kind of purpose. It has this cozy romantic vibe that reminds me of Williams Sonoma, if I were ever able to live my American fantasy life again. But that’s not all! She has all this outdoor seating, and she just has these little odds and ends and she’s transformed what should been a trash piece into an endearing eclectic little nook.
She has all these cute little ideas on how to bring people together, like little meetups, tiny secret parties, and small key live music. I love people like her. She’s the kind of person that wants everyone to go home at night feeling like they are a part of something bigger than themselves. The world needs more Kimberley’s. I want everyone to buy her meat pies. I would miss our conversations if they all did and she were super busy, but I want her to be so successful because she deserves it. I hope a celebrity stumbles in one day and makes a big to-do and she just goes off the charts.
So enough about me and my nice kind friend Kimberley when I feel like I didn’t exist in a megapolis of almost 10 million. Let’s talk about the food. It has a romantic vibe, but it’s actually all quite affordable. I have to be honest, I have yet to try the chicken pie. It’s the only thing on the menu that I’ve have not tried so I really can’t judge. By my goodness, everything else is perfection. Of course you’re going to want to get the meat pie and perhaps even the salad, but please, please, please don’t forget the little bacon wrapped asparagus. These are my favorite. Yes, you can get delivery, too. Lucky you!
The closest station is Naebang, and she even has her own instagram.
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