
I went back to Jeju Sanghoe and finally tried that seaweed soup this time. It wasn't really a soup though, as it was so thick that it was more like a sauce. And it was a bit underseasoned at that, although maybe that was intentional given the big tubs of salt and pepper on each table. The slices of pork were tender and it all mixed up nicely together with rice. Plus that gigantic tray of banchan meant that I left this place stuffed to the brim, all without carrying much guilt either.