That title for this post? That’s not a pun or allusion or any such thing.
That’s the name of the bar attached to the hostel where I stayed my first week, and which is still just a short walk down the road from my new, longer-but-still-short-term boarding house digs. And before you ask, it’s named after the owner, Bong-do Lee.
Anyway, at my ToastMaster mini-speech today I had planned on mentioning that, in 12 nights in Seoul, this was my 4th session.
But then it hit me that in those same 12 nights, I’ve gone to the bong bar every single one of them, even after I moved out of the hostel.
And just in time for this weekend’s St. Patrick’s Day…