Jjajang Baby!

This is one of those posts I just really didn't want to write without pictures. However, it's just too good to pass up.

Recently, TheFry has decided he will not go to bed before midnight. This is probably partly due to the fact that MamaFish gets home from work at about 10:30 at night, and he likes to wait up for her. Therefore, in order to retain some semblance of sanity, the Fish family goes for a walk around the neighborhood every night at 11:00.

There are many things to see on this walk. Sometimes we go to HomePlus Express and buy groceries or an ice cream bar. Sometimes we get ice cream at McDonald's. Sometimes we even get ice cream at the Family Mart in any of the buildings nearest us.

There is also a park near our place called Paris Park. It is complete with fountains, basketball courts, a therapeutic walkway (sharp rocks! ouch!!) and exercise machines, bench presses, and a running path. We usually stop by so PapaFish can bench press and MamaFish can take a stroll with TheFry.

The past couple of nights, however, we've been stopping by a certain noodle tent. The noodle tent opens up at night right outside of the building where MamaFish teaches. It sells two kinds of noodles: udon and jjajang.

The tent is actually more than just a tent. It is a truck that has been converted to a restaurant. The truck's sides fold down and the truck bed and tailgate are covered with a kind of linoleum that looks like wood. The tent is set up and attached to the truck, and it houses a few plastic tables and stools.

In the truck bed there is a gas tank and hooked up to the gas tank are four large burners that are used to boil water and keep the sauce and broth hot.

I'm not sure about the actual mixing of the dough, but the noodles are cut fresh right in front of you, then boiled on the spot. When we go, we order jjajangmyeon, which is a kind of noodle served with black sauce. The sauce is salty and savory and about the consistency of country gravy.

TheFry loves jjajangmyeon! And by loves I mean he screams at me until I feed him the next bite. Of course all the passersby exclaim how cute he is, how he eats like a doll, and that he eats so well. I can't help but wonder, though, what they think of his constant yelling.

When we eat out with TheFry, it usually goes like this: MamaFish holds TheFry in her lap and feeds him for 3/4 of the meal. When PapaFish is down to his last few noodles, he cuts them up, takes TheFry onto his own lap, and feeds him while MamaFish can enjoy the rest of her dish! This usually works out pretty well, and everyone is happy in the end.

At the end of the night, TheFry crashes on his little makeshift bed, his face still covered with brown sauce, and he falls into a deep sleep rather quickly. Am I introducing him to bad eating habits? Perhaps so, but I don't think we've made this a habit quite yet. Still, we love jjajangmyeon!