American Chuseok

I took this photo to show Jeff what I was bringing. The cherry juice ended up going fast, the Baltika 3 disappeared before I drank it, and I assume the Korean carrots and sauerkraut found their homes inside people's stomachs.

I took this photo before all the dishes were brought out.

Trash's wall of figurines.

When Jeff said my name like it was a slur, this guy recognised me. Turns out we had been in communication, as I want to cover his business, Hoi Polloi, a cafe in Gongneung-dong.

This confused me.

I snagged this much leftovers.

A group photo.

This sweater was drying in the washroom, and I got the impression Jeff and Trash didn't know whose it was.

Yeah that'll make everything smell better.

Every time I went to the washroom, this thing put a particular song in my head.

Epic Monopoly battle.