My Eemo-bu (“uncle”) took my aunt and I to a delicious Italian restaurant in Seoul. The name is a bit long for a restaurant – “그 안에 맛있는 이탈리안,” roughly translated to “that tasty Italian place.” A real rough translation. The food boasts flavor and simplicity gilded by rather attentive service (for a regularly busy place). The open kitchen is interesting for patrons to view. I found myself frequently looking into the kitchen – perhaps hoping for a flambé…
