21 (Sun) February 2016
Faux – Filet
with the family, the folks
The Prodigal Son Returns for Mommy Dearest, Day 2 (see previously 7.046 Lava).
In Seoul. Flew in yesterday. For the sole purpose of buying dinner for my mother on her birthday (well, seeing the kids are a bonus, and the wife too maybe). Because I’m that kind of son. Flying back to Manila tomorrow.
The food was excellent all around. Irreproachable ingredient, impeccable technique, irrefutable seasoning, immaculate presentation. Best French cuisine that I’ve had in Seoul yet (see for comparison 5.108 Grilled Seabass). Even if not for the opportunity to engage with parent, the offspring, the spouse, the meal went a long way towards making the trip worthwhile.
As it’s perceived in mainstream culture, at least in Korea and perhaps the United States — and likely in most countries, beyond my direct observational base — I’ve noticed that people tend to have a hard time describing “French cuisine” in general and identifying specifically unique “French” markers.
Tonight, for example, dish after dish, my parents — who are relatively well-exposed to global culture, having travelled to way way more cities/countries than I have — kept remarking “This is French?!” Like with the jamon (Spanish) or fries (American) or ravioli (Italian). They expected something more … distinct.
In a future post, I’ll expound upon my theory of why this is so.