I can’t eat tacos in Seoul. I lived in Mexico City. I can’t eat pizza in Seoul. I lived in New York and in Milan.
What I can eat in Seoul is the Paella. I can eat the Spanish Steak. And I can drink the Spanish Sangria. Man, can I drink the Spanish Sangria.
This is all because young Korean entrepreneur and restraunteur, Marc C W, Is also a Spaniard.
He brings straight from Spain, authentic spanish cuisine, cullinary culture, and the finest Cava you’d have a hard time getting even in Barcelona.
If you want to dine on oddly spacious tables that make you feel like you’re at home but along side yun-ae-een-dul (celebrities) and mega corporation CEOs at a price that will make you wonder if Marc accidentally omitted a Zero on your bill, Give Mi Casa in Chungdam Dong a whole evening. More importantly, give Mi Casa a totally empty stomach. You’ll need it for the rediculously delicious bread and sauces that you’ll devour before you even look at the menu. My close friends Heath and Mina struggle with this every time they go.
Me personally, I go obviously for the food. But tonight, I’m going to go to Mi Casa to speak Spanish with Marc. I’m bringing a beautiful Seoul woman with me. I hope Boyoung Ssi will be half as impressed with me as I am with Mi Casa.