{"id":102,"date":"2013-06-24T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2013-06-24T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yule-tide.generalsemiotics.net\/index.php\/2013\/06\/24\/post-95-all-cooks-from-mexico-or-dipping-a-toe-into-the-world-of-off-base-military-life\/"},"modified":"2013-06-24T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2013-06-24T00:00:00","slug":"post-95-all-cooks-from-mexico-or-dipping-a-toe-into-the-world-of-off-base-military-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/2013\/06\/24\/post-95-all-cooks-from-mexico-or-dipping-a-toe-into-the-world-of-off-base-military-life\/","title":{"rendered":"Post-95: &#8220;All Cooks From Mexico&#8221; (Or, Dipping a Toe into the World of Off-Base Military Life in Korea)"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"paragraph\" style=\"text-align:left;\">I unexpectedly wound up at a Mexican restaurant near <strong>Osan Air Force Base<\/strong> Sunday, after I met my friend Jared.<\/p>\n<p><span><\/span>The restaurant has an actual Mexican manager and actual Mexicans doing the cooking, which is something I&#8217;ve otherwise never seen or heard of in Korea (i.e., despite the recent rise in the popularity of Mexican food, managers and cooks everywhere else are Korean). On the advertisement for the place, near the entrance, they boast about it:\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"wsite-image wsite-image-border-hairline wsite-image-border-black\" style=\"padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center\"> <a> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/66291_orig.jpg\" alt=\"Picture\" style=\"width:100%;max-width:800px\"><\/a> <\/p>\n<div style=\"display:block;font-size:90%\">A Mexican Restaurant in Osan, South Korea <br \/>Slogan: <i>&#8220;Authentic Mexican Food \/ All Cooks From Mexico&#8221;<\/i>\n<\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"paragraph\" style=\"text-align:left;\">We got there in the automobile of a fascinating man named <strong style=\"\">Seungbae<\/strong>, Jared&#8217;s  friend. Osan is  something approaching an hour&#8217;s drive south of central-Seoul. This was, I  do believe, my longest-ever car ride in Korea. <\/p>\n<p><span><\/span>Both Seungbae and Jared speak Spanish well. Seungbae studied it in  university. Jared lived in Mexico for two years, and is fluent. He even  taught Spanish in the USA. The two of them had been to this restaurant  before. Seungbae introduced Jared to it in 2010, from whom I&#8217;d listened back then, in awe, about the &#8220;real Mexican cooks&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Seungbae  graciously paid for the meal. He had an ulterior motive  for the trip, though: He tried, at length, to enlist the support of the Mexican  manager for his latest money-making venture, the details of which I  zoned-out on a little bit. All I know for sure is that it&#8217;s connected in  some way with Mexico, and he needs a Mexican contact. The manager was a  kindly, portly, soft-spoken dark-skinned man (who I&#8217;d have believed were Arab, if he&#8217;d claimed to be). He was born in Mexico but he&#8217;s lived in both the USA and Mexico at various times. He  seemed to lean more &#8220;American&#8221; than &#8220;Mexican&#8221;. (Then again, I&#8217;ve  never been to Mexico, never even to Texas, and hardly ever to  California, so what do I know.) He spoke English well, but only fully-relaxed  when Seungbae and Jared addressed him in Spanish.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>  <span class=\"imgPusher\" style=\"float:left;height:0px\"><\/span><span style=\"z-index:10;position:relative;float:left;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px\"><a><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/1372179649.jpg\" style=\"margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;\" alt=\"Picture\" class=\"galleryImageBorderBlack\"><\/a><span style=\"display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;\">Foreigners attached to the U.S. military in the &#8220;Ville&#8221;<br \/> outside Osan Air Base, near clothes shops<\/span><\/span> <\/p>\n<div class=\"paragraph\" style=\"text-align:left;display:block;\">This Mexican restaurant exists on a promenade adjacent to Osan Air Force Base, in which foreigners easily outnumber Koreans. What kind of foreigners? Some were obviously soldiers\/airmen (judging by the haircuts) or their dependents, some were obvious military contractors, but a large share of those I saw were &#8220;hangers-on&#8221;, like this  Mexican manager and his cooks. Many were (to me) of really indeterminate origin. Foreign businesses, and business catering  to foreigners, define this street. It is a world unto its own, nothing like the &#8220;other Korea&#8221; I live\/work in. <\/p>\n<p><span><\/span>Jared (who was once in the U.S. Army  in Korea) says these areas are called &#8220;the Ville&#8221; by soldiers. (The now-trendy, but once infamous <a style=\"\" title=\"\" href=\"http:\/\/www.visitkorea.or.kr\/enu\/SH\/SH_EN_7_2_6_1.jsp\"><strong style=\"\">Itaewon <\/strong>neighborhood<\/a>, in central Seoul, started out the same, as Yongsan Army Base&#8217;s &#8220;Ville&#8221;, but is now something else entirely. The Itaewon of the 2010s  has a Muslim atmosphere on the whole, actually, but <em>that&#8217;s another  story<\/em>). <\/p>\n<p>In the leisurely two hours or so we were in the Mexican restaurant, I saw    perhaps ten groups of foreigners in and out, versus a single pair of    Koreans, women in their 20s. The foreigners all seemed attached to the U.S. Military, either    as enlisted men\/women or contractors.\n<\/div>\n<hr style=\"width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;\">\n<span class=\"imgPusher\" style=\"float:right;height:0px\"><\/span><span style=\"z-index:10;position:relative;float:right;;clear:right;margin-top:1px;*margin-top:2px\"><a><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/1372180041.jpg\" style=\"margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; border-width:1px;\" alt=\"Picture\" class=\"galleryImageBorderBlack\"><\/a><span style=\"display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;\">A man of indeterminate origin rides a <br \/> &#8220;lowrider&#8221; motorcycle through <br \/> the &#8220;Ville&#8221; outside Osan Air Base<br \/> [June 2013]<\/span><\/span> <\/p>\n<div class=\"paragraph\" style=\"text-align:left;display:block;\">This Mexican restaurant at which we ate would be wildly out of place in  Korea anywhere except &#8220;Ville&#8221; areas, or possibly Itaewon (which, again, started as  a &#8220;Ville&#8221;), it seems to me. Whether it would be &#8220;<u>not<\/u> out of place in Mexico&#8221; is less  clear. Jared, who&#8217;s spent a good while in both Southern-California and  Mexico, said it was much more like a <em style=\"\">California<\/em>-Mexican place that a <em style=\"\">Mexican<\/em>-Mexican  place. I guess I could&#8217;ve surmised that. The place <em>did <\/em>have a recognizably &#8220;American&#8221;  feel, but certainly was not-quite-as-American as on-base restaurants. I&#8217;ve  been fortunate enough to have eaten two or three times &#8220;on base&#8221;, via my uncle (who gets sent  to Korea as a contractor sometimes) and my cousin-in-law (who  was at Kunsan Air Base last year). I tell you, earnestly, that to walk  onto a U.S. Military base in the Republic of Korea is to walk into  the USA itself.<\/div>\n<hr style=\"width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;\">\n<div class=\"paragraph\" style=\"text-align:left;\">\n<span>At Jared&#8217;s suggestion, I drank <a title=\"\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Horchata#Latin_America\"><em>horchata<\/em><\/a>, a smooth and sweet rice-based<\/span> drink, which I must confess to have never even heard of before that day.<span> This <em>horchata <\/em>easily beats the Korean rice-based drinks I&#8217;ve tried, <em>soju <\/em>and <a title=\"\" href=\"http:\/\/weyesweb.wordpress.com\/category\/korean-desserts\/sikhye-%EC%8B%9D%ED%98%9C\/\"><em>Sikyhye<\/em><\/a>.<\/span>\u00a0 Seungbae got a <em>Margarita<\/em> at the recommendation of the manager. Here is a picture of the food, before mine arrived. Jared (across the table) has tacos. I don&#8217;t remember what Seungbae got, but it looks good. In Jared&#8217;s hand is a <em>horchata<\/em>. I got one, too, \n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"wsite-image wsite-image-border-hairline wsite-image-border-black\" style=\"padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:10px;margin-right:0;text-align:center\"> <a> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/1372178288.jpg\" alt=\"Picture\" style=\"width:auto;max-width:100%\"><\/a> <\/p>\n<div style=\"display:block;font-size:90%\">Mexican Food in Osan<\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"paragraph\" style=\"text-align:left;\">One reminder that <em>this is Korea<\/em> was the <strong>bell <\/strong>on the side of the table. Very useful. I&#8217;ve rarely seen any in the USA. <br \/><span><\/span>One reminder that this place serves <em>non-Koreans<\/em> almost entirely: No <strong><em>kimchi <\/em><\/strong>at all was served.<\/p>\n<p><span>The meal was good; seeing the Osan &#8220;Ville&#8221; was fascinating, riding such a distance in a car in Korea was novel, and the conversation provided by Seungbae (who spoke at length about Korean history and any other topic that came up) and Jared (who always has something interesting to talk about<\/span>) was pleasant. <\/p>\n<p><span><\/span>It was a good trip. It reminded me of being in the USA.\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I unexpectedly wound up at a Mexican restaurant near Osan Air Force Base Sunday, after I met my friend Jared. 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