In short, it is nothing like Baby Boy Da Prince’s song.
Every lunch I try to eat some local native food here.
While the noodley (sic) look and feel will not be entirely foreign to anyone that eats a lot soup and pasta, the spice factor is out of this world.
Visitors really have no need to buy any kind of decongestant as your nasal cavity is probably unaccustomed to the intense levels of heat that enters your mouth.
Kimchi is pretty much the primary staple in a diet here — it automatically comes with most meals whether you want it or not.
It basically looks and tastes like white lettuce that is inebriated with tabasco sauce. It’s actually fermented cabbage that has been aged and is dosed in a healthy helping of chili peppers.
The other staple is actually a beverage that tastes like a blend between Russian vodka and Japanese Saki called Soju.
It is watered down sugarized Ethanol that really needs to be drunken with a mixer (Sprite, OJ, Coke, etc.) and is consumed at many meals (especially dinner).
And on that note, apparently you’ll never be arrested for vagrancy or PI here.