The menu, which was in Korean and English, was pretty straightforward. To think that such a place existed so close to my job when I had spent months eating at tiny places serving basic dishes blew my mind. Once we got past the short elevator ride, we were met with a modern looking restaurant with lots of space and an open kitchen. Though it’s not something I’d personally recommend, we ended up parking near the Gwangju Biennale and walked the rest of the way. ![]() It was a little tricky to explain just how to get to the place due to its location on the third floor of a fairly inconspicuous building. ![]() It wasn’t until after months of walking by that brightly lit sign while occasionally seeing ads for it online that my initial lack of interest grew into a desperate need to know what kind of pork cutlet this man could make.Īfter bugging them to join me for some time, I finally made a visit to this mysterious restaurant with my friends Butternut and Sourdough. After having only seen the sign and nothing else, I found myself a touch curious, but remained mostly uninterested. The first time I passed by the Man Making a Pork Cutlet, I was on my way to lunch at another establishment near my job, which is located at the Gwangju Biennale.
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