Costco

On Wednesday I went to the Korean Costco for the first time. The people I went with usually went about every one or two months. They were shocked I had never gone. Quite simply, I rarely ate cheese before I left Canada unless it was an appetizer at a party or on pizza. Living in Korea, I've taken cheese out of my diet unless I take out a pizza. I also just settle with Korean food, BBQ is great, as our pork and beef soups, and all those greens native to Korea. Oh, and rice, can't forget that staple.  

Shopping at Costco has opened my eyes to a little piece of the West just off of the Nakdong River. Big bags of meat, literal bricks of cheese, cheesy pastas, legitimate bread, and soooo many free samples. They had beef that melts in your mouth, danishes that'll cream your jeans, champagne, cheeses, and spam with rice in a cup! Okay that last one sucked, but it was free. I wish I lived close by... and had a  Costco card.

How has this changed my life? I bought two bricks of cheese, three half-loaves of WHOLEWHEAT bread (a rarity in Korea) and cold cuts (another rarity). They've been the cornerstones of my meals at home which have been grilled cheese sandwiches. If I'm ever going to turn into a pudgy-ball again this is the time. I have some much cheese, I don't know what to do with it.

When we got into Costco there is a little eatery set up where you can order pizza, and these baked sandwiches. I went with pizza because despite this being a little piece of the west Koreans still run the mega store. Everything looked good,  I wasn't in the mood to take my time with a decision. I was in sensory overload for a good fifteen minutes just admiring the towers of toiletries, clothes, grub and all the smells.  Oh the smells. In the end I only spent about 85,000 won. I would have gotten more but my freezer is a piece of shit. (Blog/Image To Be Posted).

Costco is good. No, it's wonderful; a very nice break from my usual grocery shopping experience. If you ever get homesick go there.