A Week of Midnight Feasts in Seoul
Seoul never sleeps, and apparently neither did we in Korea...As neon spilled across the streets, we slipped into the city’s rhythm: nights fueled by sizzling grills, bowls of steaming broth, and snacks pulled fresh from street carts.
Night 1: We start in Myeongdong, weaving through street food stalls with skewered chicken, tornado potatoes, and hotteok dripping with brown sugar.
Night 2: In Hongdae, we tucked into Korean fried chicken—shatteringly crispy, glazed in sweet soy—and paired it with ice-cold beer. Normally, I skip alcohol (it tends to give me a headache), but in Korea the pairing felt essential. I sipped just enough to enjoy the flavor, and it was perfect. Around us, buskers played under neon lights, their music carried on waves of late-night laughter.
Night 3: At Gwangjang Market, we sat shoulder to shoulder with locals, devouring mayak kimbap, mung bean pancakes crisp from the griddle, and a bowl of yukhoe—beef tartare so tender it melts.
Night 4: Itaewon called with fusion flavors: bulgogi tacos, kimchi quesadillas, and soju cocktails poured until the horizon hints at dawn.
Night 5: We wandered to Dongdaemun, where food stalls open until sunrise keep shoppers fed—tteokbokki simmering in bright red sauce, odeng skewers bobbing in broth, hot bowls of ramyeon slurped under fluorescent light.
Each night was a feast, each dawn a soft blur. A week in Seoul wasn’t about sleeping—it was about tasting the city’s heartbeat, one midnight meal at a time. Dayuummm. xx