My friend Jihyun invited me to a dinner with her family and her visiting Japanese "uncle". Not really her uncle but a family friend. I thought we'd be going to her home for dinner, where I missed the last dinner she invited me to consisting of roasted duck, but I was sorely mistaken. Instead we arrived outside of a restaurant that was lined with tanks of live fish, octopus, squid, you name it. Jihyun turns around and says "You like sashimi?". And of course, the answer in my head is "I HATE sashimi", but the answer I gave her was simply, "sure!".
We sat down and her father started pouring us glasses of Cass beer. As we began drinking, he started pouring us shots of soju. I'm sitting there thinking, "please don't make me drink that!". But of course, minutes later we all did a celebratory shot together. And then another. And later, another. Then the first course of dinner came out. The best way to explain this course is through pictures. Of course, I didn't take pictures at dinner, but these pictures are the closest I could find on the internet:

(squid)
(squid ink)
The difference between my food and the food in those pictures? My squid was very fresh and the ink was still inside all of those round pieces of squid (as you'd find it naturally). So I didn't have the option of passing up the ink, I had no choice but to put a huge piece of squid in my mouth, ink and all! It takes about 5 minutes to chew that stuff down enough to swallow, no joke. It was like eating rubber with mushy liver puree (not that I've had it). It was slightly awful to be honest, but I was proud of myself for at least eating it with a smile! I stuck to eating the tentacles and the hard boiled quail eggs they set on the table for us.
I must admit, I didn't realize there was more than one course at the time we had the squid. I was thinking to myself "Hallelujah! This is almost over!", but to my surprise, when they took the squid away, they popped open the bottle of wine I had brought them and said it was to accompany the second course. "Second course?! I will die!". But I just sat there looking excited for the next butcher of food.
I will also admit that by the time the second course came out, I was already a little drunk. I had 2 glasses of beer, a glass of wine, and at least 3-4 shots of soju. My body is not built for heavy drinking, and especially not when I'm eating very little food, with no carbs.
They bring out the second course, 2 gigantic trays of sashimi (raw fish). They look at me as though I should be impressed. There are five different types of fish. All just killed seconds ago. It is impressive. It would be even more so if I could down raw fish without having gag reflex. And if I could look at the tray without seeing double.
But I forged ahead. It wasn't half bad. I think because it was completely fresh, and because I was completely drunk. During the raw fish course, the father of the family opens a bottle of scotch whiskey and starts pouring everyone shots. I feel my head spinning ... off. Off my shoulders completely. I can't believe I have to drink more. With the first shot I just sipped a little from the glass. It buuurrnnnneed! Burned worse than I've ever felt. I decided I probably shouldn't sip slowly, it would just make it worse. So I took the rest as a shot.
Then the mother joins in, "Linsae!! Whiskey!!", and pours me another. And then the father, amused at my ability to take shots of whiskey, pours another.
The waitress then brings out another huge plate of raw fish. "Really?!" I've so had enough at this point. I was barely seeing straight. I was so full. And to top it off, it wasn't even the last course!
The last course: all the left over squid, mixed with ramen, in a very spicy broth. I poured myself another glass of wine, as someone at the table filled my beer glass again. I was done eating. I really couldn't do another ounce. I tried it, and called it good.
Needless to say, I went to bed that night, with my head spinning in circles. And I woke in the morning to a teerrrrrible headache. All in the name of my first Korean family dinner.











