For gormandizers, visiting a place like Dan Sung Sa (an place that saturates IG reels) should be more than a hit or miss experience. It should be an experience that allows us to visit and contemplate the sum of our eating journey to understand exactly happened within this range. I am so happy to reflect upon my experience to this place because it was nothing short of impactful, immersive, and fresh. And for a dinosaur in the foodie-scape this is nothing short but a vacation to a new field where I frolicked.
My friend Conrad and I had attempted to go here but the wait was an effective deterrent. Truth be told, we did not ask for the wait time the crowds outside were enough of an omen. But a few days ago, on Easter night, he and I decided to tackle the place around 10:00 p.m. and the wait for two was less than 15 minutes. We entered and we were seated in the corner of the counter that faced closest to the door. I genuinely felt like I was in a Korean Alley sitting down as I saw street vendors cook bites of wonder, with street notes and street sensibilities. The steam rising was a sort of mist that help transport me to a far land away. But being there was kind of weird cause I was in a corner and the chill of the entrance door bugged me. I asked for a possible change to our server and she spoke to the host and then he approached me and said "You have to wait outside." He said it, while using his thumb to make the motion of kicking me out. Other Yelpers have noted that this place has rude staff. I concur. The guy had no grace and he did not even say we cannot move you here are your options. But I remained composed as I want to be more patient and simply explained that we could stay in our current seating. I continued to express myself in the tone that I wanted to receive and Jean our server eventually followed the melody that the mute can hear--- that okf kindness. I will now transition to the food which was both a treat and engaging to eat.
Like I said before, I was transformed to the alleys of Seoul here and I wanted to step outside of my comfort zone and try something that I felt was traditional but not for me. In that way I could say I ate the flavors of Asian culture when they were not drenched in orange peel. I tasted the chicken feet and almost immediately regret it. There was almost no meat in the bite, there was only ungrilled and unfried chicken skin. I tasted the lack of heat. I tasted the skin. For ever more, it will stand as a ghost bite--- haunting me because it was so bad for me, but for others, who were raised on eating it on the regular the bite might have been just like my grandma made after playing squid games. But Conrad and I had items that were love on skewer and plate.
So they had these super cheap bar bites like 1.99 for theam and I wanted to start ordering. Jean informed us that we could not order those if we were not drinking. I dont drink, I said, and almost like an echo that does more than parrot, he said, I don't either. I then asked what is the cheapest drink we can get so can order from the skewer section. She pointed to a dollar sake and I said give it to a customer and you take it. We also ordered the cheese corn, a sea food korean pancake, frog legs, garlic, chicken in some sauce (that was really good) and this bulgogi glass noodle soup that was also effectively warm, boney-brothy, korean rice cakes, grilled garilic and other stuff. What send me to the top of Hallasan- Korea's Mt. Fuji- was having a mouthful of the cheese corn, a peeled piece of roasted garlic, and the chicken that I cannot remember. The tastes were clean, worked well together and were familiar yet different in a lovely way. It was flavors I understood elevated by Korean ways and tricks that I believe were imported just for the place. The seafood pancake (once it cooled a bit) was shrimp based and it was cooked with chunks of carrots and other vegetables that were more than flavor profile building they made me feel like I ate a salad field within an egg.
One of the reasons this place is so immersive is because they do not shy away from embracing the theme, like hard, hard. Everywhere you looked stickers and graffiti were there. The feeling of make shift eateries that were made of wood but in the street was so compelling is making about never visiting Korea because I spent sometime in its alleys, enjoying good food, with a good friend, with Korean drama around me. And that is the kind of eating that is not just fulfilling or delicious, it is transformative. read more