One of my parents' classes took me out to lunch with my co-teacher today. The little restaurant was a stone throw from school. The little restaurant in this economically depressed neighborhood was surprisingly busy. Several business types in there. I was told it was "baked fish." Sometimes things get lost in the translation. It was dried fish. The fish was surprisingly good.
One of the women gutted the fish, and took the bones out for me. She put chunks of fish on a plate near me whenever my plate was running low. She also did this for "Young Man" the only Dad in the class. I remember that Mrs. Yoon did this for her husband at dinners in Daytona. My co-teacher said this is the custom. Not so bad really.
Here are some pictures of the fish we ate I pulled of the Internet.
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