Pancake Man R.I.P.

I refer you to my first ever blog entry. We were greeted into this land by the friendly 호떡 man, forming a deep and powerful friendship through the daily 안녕하세요 that we exchanged.

I guess it was a couple of months ago that we noticed that his little green cart was not in frequent use. Lauren asked the neighbouring vegetable lady where he was, where she gained the understanding that his hand was hurt. A tragic loss for such a fine craftsman. We wished him a speedy recovery.

Not able to get a fix of his honey-filled goodness, we began to turn to other street sellers. They just weren't as good. Too greasy. Not enough honey. "It's a shame our man is dead," we'd say in vain.

Yesterday his cart was gone. Shocked and dismayed we asked the lady of his whereabouts. She motioned that he has left. Moved house. She smirked at our disappointment. He didn't even say goodbye.

Mr Green Pancake Man, we wish you well. The best 호떡 in Seoul will be missed, but not as much as your grumbly demeanour.