Ok, I realize the above is not going to win pun of the week or anything, but you can only do so much with what you’ve got, something which kind of applies to this post’s subject matter as it happens.

Dukkboki and I have never got on. Frankly, I find something artificial and creepy about the most of the rice cakes I encounter. The way they slide about the plate like little congealed logs of lung butter never fails to send shivers down my spine, and I am no fan either of the spicy sauce or compressed fish jelly that usually accompanies them.

Recently however, two factors have led me to reconsider my position. The first was a mouth watering post about dukbokki on fat man seoul. These rice cakes looked nothing like the ones I’d had before and led me to believe dukbokki offered more than I was giving it credit for. The second factor was the discovery milf porn in PNU of a dukbokki tent that always seemed to be packed. What’s more, the people within always seemed smiling and what they were eating, despite my prejudices, always looked incredibly appetizing.

Armed with these two mindsets I recently rode into PNU ready and willing to come down off my high horse and give dukkboki another shot. When I arrived however, the tent had, in fact, vanished! I cantered around the block a few times trying to figure what to do and considered getting some takoyaki instead, but with the title pun of this post already rooted in my mind, I decided to go to another dukbokki stand instead.

I don’t wish I hadn’t, I just don’t see any reason to do gay porn so again. The rice cake was, as-per-my experience, squeaky on the teeth and possessing little qualities to recommend itself. The sauce meanwhile was syrupy and spicy, due no doubt to the masses of corn syrup and msg that are probably key materials in the manufacturing process. Not necessarily bad but nothing to write home about (which I should probably do soon instead of wasting all my time blogging.)

Alongside the dukbokki, the stall also sold little fried balls I don’t know the name of as well as fried mandu. Much to the bemusement of the vendor and obviously against protocol, I ordered one of each. The ball was unexpectedly sweet and hollow, caving in as soon as I put my fork to it, while the mandu was crispy, hot, and packed with steaming pork and onions, reminding me I should eat mandu more often.

Overall I’m not convinced. I’m not saying I won’t eat dukbokki ever again, but I’m still waiting to see what all the fuss is about.

4 Responses to Do the oki-dukkboki

  1. By milf videos Minerval - June 8, 2009

    Pity gay videos that your ddukbokki experiences have been so bad…maybe you'd like the bigger ones on a stick better? I've had a variety from boiled and watery to panfried and dry so perhaps it's a matter of search…Definitely can't say I've heard of a lot of non-Koreans liking it though.

  2. By Street Foodie - June 10, 2009

    I think the dry panfried ones seem a bit more appealing to me! Will have to give the bigger ones a try too though so there's hope yet!

  3. By Matt Strum - June 11, 2009

    I just have to say I LOVE the stuff. I actually wrote a post about an Americananized-version of it I make over here: http://www.mstrum.com/onmywaytokorea/2009/03/20/american-korean-fusion-mac-gogg-i

  4. By Street Foodie - June 12, 2009

    Would love to try it, your link doesn't seem to be working though, could you re-post?

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