I think it's safe to say I'm a disgrace to my heritage when it comes to "appreciating" the food.
I'm sorry. But I just cannot. Cannot get myself to consume some of the things they call delicacies.
It's a shame really when that's all there was to eat everywhere my family went.
There's only so much beef and rice I can take in one day, people.
So let's just say I hit up the Burger King down the street on more than one occasion while I was there.
Sure, maybe the cheeseburgers tasted a tad different than what America produces,
but trust me, in comparison to octopus, it was more than okay for me.
It's basically the reason I am alive and here today. My life source, if you will.
So, thank you Burger King.
I'll forever have a special place for you in my heart.
V Dizzle, on the other hand, was very good at being adventurous and trying new foods.
And for the most part, he really did enjoy it all.
Beef, chicken, pork, fish, octopus. No problem.
I don't think he'll ever be trying a silkworm ever again.
He said it tasted like old gym socks and rotten mushrooms.
Yum. So bummed I missed out on that crunch fest.
We were so burnt out on Korean food (and Whoppers for me),
that the first thing we ate when we got home was a giant, freshly made salad.
Now tell me that doesn't look good.