Day 49: German Pasta

The first time I saw this building I thought of the most natural thing one would think of upon viewing said building: Sausages. Come on now, I feel like this building was plucked out of Germany or Holland and am expecting to hear some yodeling one of these days. When I first moved to Korea, this building actually did house a restaurant that served meat, but it wasn't necessarily German or European meat. They soon closed down and the next best thing moved in: Pasta. When a restaurant or store closes down, one of three things will ALWAYS pop up to fill the space: Italian food, Starbucks, or a cellphone store. A few weeks ago this Korean restaurant all of 2 minutes away from this place closed down, and the put in another Italian restaurant. That brought the total number of Italian places in a 2 minute walking distance of each other (and my house) to six. This place pictures, though, is quite good. They have good soup and salad, and their pasta isn't half bad. But what I love more than the food is the image of Italian food overtaking German food; the image of Mussolini overtaking Hitler is quite a picture/ thought to ponder as it plays out in Korean-food politics.