Where to Begin?
I’m not sure exactly where to start off this story, but I guess I should give a little background information. I currently live in a very small town in South Korea. There genuinely isn’t much here and our only claim to fame is a filming site for a movie no one watches anymore. Because I’m vegetarian there aren’t many options of places to get food. Surprisingly, pretty much everything at restaurants have meat in it. So, I’ve got about two places I go to and one of them is pizza.
There are a couple places that have pizza here, but my favorite is a place called Pizza Tour. They don’t deliver, so usually I go straight there after work and get myself a potato pizza. I know, potato pizza sounds weird, but don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it! The only two people who work there are the owners, husband and wife. I think the husband does other work during the day since the wife is usually there alone and he gets to the restaurant around 5pm-ish. They are so, so kind and have helped me out a few times. Once it started to pour down rain after I had gotten inside. Before I could leave the wife told me to wait. I watched her go to the back room and come back with an umbrella! She didn’t want me getting wet on the way back to my car.
I have to admit that I get pizza too often. I get it at least once a week (usually on Fridays), but sometimes I get it twice a week if I don’t feel like cooking. It’s at the point where if I was going to move, I would stop and tell them goodbye before doing so. Anyway, I was there on a Friday getting my weekly potato pizza when the husband tried to tell me something.
My Korean level is that of an infant. Their English level is almost non-existent. So, there we were at the counter trying to communicate. He would say a sentence and I would look confused. He tried again and I would repeat back the words I understood so that we could potentially work towards the goal of communication. It was very tedious and it took probably a good 10 minutes. I know this, because I know exactly how long it takes for them to cook my pizza. Eventually we got to the point where I understood that they were trying to tell me. They would be out of town for a week! I was so excited that we finally got the message across, but I was also sad because no pizza for a week. He then proceeded to tell me that they weren’t getting another dough shipment, so they may run out of dough before then.
Disappointment and Embarrassment
After the husband finished telling me what was going on, the wife had come to the counter to talk as well. This is where I started to get embarrassed… The wife proceeds to look at me all concerned and say “Oh, no! What are you going to eat if not pizza??” All I could do was laugh and tell her that I would be fine. But she still seemed very concerned for my well-being. I can cook and I frequently do! I’m just lazy and I really like pizza. So, as I walked out of Pizza Tour with my potato pizza, I immediately called my friend here in Korea to tell her my story. We laughed at my embarrassment together 🙂
Pizza! The next week I drove past the shop and looked to see if they were open. One day I passed to see a sign on the door and workers pulling equipment out of the shop. My heart broke in two. They weren’t closing for a week. I had misunderstood. They were closing FOREVER and moving to ANOTHER TOWN.
It’s been almost a year since they’ve closed and I haven’t had a pizza to match what they cooked. They moved their store about an hour and a half away, and I have to admit that I’ve been tempted to try and find them. One day I will track them down and tell them how much I’ve missed them. Until then, I’ll need to learn to make my own pizza…