On the outskirts of Itaewon, the hustle and bustle of the main stretch quiets down, and within the sprawling alley ways you can stumble upon some truly unique and international parts of Seoul.
In the Republic of Korea, K.F.C. means one thing and one thing only:
Korean Fried Chicken.
Was this a bubbly middle finger from a delegation of endangered animals to the bourgeois humanoids? A critique of capitalism gone wrong? A shrine to capitalism gone right? I don’t know. I’m still grappling with it now.