Don't let the name fool you--it's not a bun! Bun dae gi are silkworm larvae stewed in a nasty broth and beloved by Koreans of all ages. In Seoul, you can usually smell them cooking for about 2 blocks before you actually see them--it's a rich, pungent odour sorta like the putrid womb of an insectoid Whore of Babylon. A student of mine told me that bun dae gi get even better if you let them sit for a while in their little paper cup until they're cold and chewy. Want my advice? Get a Big Mac. Yes, it's tacky to eat McDonald's abroad, but Koreans will be so busy looking for your tail that they won't even notice what you have in your hand. RATING: Chewy-squirty%
(Image from www.thesneeze.com, whose fantastic feature "Steve, Don't Eat It!" is always a treat.)
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I used to love watching Ajummas eat them, and then spend the next 7 subway stops picking them out of their teeth!mmmm
A few thoughts: (1) I think I just threw up a little, (2) I can't wait till Chris weighs in and tries to convince us all these taste like chicken, and (3) I'm always surprised by people's willingness to eat on the train. I mean, I've done it in a pinch, but the train's a pretty dirty/germy environment and I never feel quite eating food there. (Also, I don't have the hand/eye coordination for eating/drinking while moving, so there's that, too.)
What about licking your hands after you get off the bus? You cool with that?
That's really, truly, awful. My worst food experience in Asia doesn't even come close to that. May (the white, Anglo-Saxon) God (that probably doesn't exist) have pity on everyone (except the insectoid whore of Babylon) involved with this story (ew).
If you're abroad and poor, McDonald's is often the most affordable thing to eat. You get a drink AND a side!
In high school, my commute was three hours round-trip on public transit. Here is a list of things I did daily on the train:
-applied eyeliner, mascara, powder, lip liner, lipstick
-ate a bagel/bialy/muffin/red bean bun
-drank orange juice/chocolate quik/bottled frappucino
-got beeps from my boo
-talked mad shit
-did homework
-studied for tests
-read some hardcover, school-issued book
-slept a deep, earnest sleep where someone had to wake me at the end of the line
The subway was like my second home. I just felt really sad writing that because I'm not even being facetious. Womp.
Next time you (any of you) come to Houston we can go get grasshopper tacos at the fancy Mexican place Hugo's. I assume I'll be able to afford to spend $8 on tacos made from bugs by then.
I heard those really smell terrible, but at least they taste like chicken.
Loco: You must have a seriously powerful immune system.
Glenn: That's gross.
Bryan: What's your worst food story from Asia?
I went to Japan, and bought a cheesy hot dog in a plastic sleeve from a convenience store in Kyoto. I bit into it, and was disgusted to find that it wasn't cheese, it was mayonnaise that had begun to turn a yellowish-orange color.
Well that is not as gross as that can of larve looks, but that's still pretty freaking gross.
uck uck uck eew! I'm all for Food, Folks and Fun if it takes me away from mayonnaise-hotdog-larvae-can.
My friend who grew up in Thailand eating street meat and other questionably clean things says she now has a dope immune system as a result. When they came out with Purell, I was overjoyed, despite the racist ad campaign on the subway on which I slept/ate.
one time i went to alabamma and i drank water and it kind of tasted like licking a stripper poal
cause of the clay or w/e
Loco: Do you mean the "Sal Monella" ad? I'm not really sure I would call that racist. The ad implies the pol is dirty because the man has a disease sounding name, not an "ethnic" sounding one. I mean, maybe if there was a picture of a big sweaty darker skinned guy or something, but if it's just words I'm not sure I see what the hubbub is all about.
Yeah, Sal Monella. Whether or not they meant to conjure up an image of a fat, sweaty, dirty Italian guy in addition to making a play on the bacteria, there are lots of Italian guys who are actually named Sal Monella. So to some it's a gross bacteria, but to others it's what their Mamma named them. I think they were right to pull that one.
I guess having grown up in the South, I sort of forget that Sal is a popular Italian name for men. All those poor Sal Monella's who now share their name with a disease associated with projectile vomit/poop/death. That WOULD suck.
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