… where I feel at home.

… that makes me forget that I’m in Korea.

… that is located downtown, down a forgotten dark alley you would surely pass as you walk by.  

… that has a waiter whose English rivals my own.  

… that is pitch black with the exception of candles at each table and a singular string of christmas lights around the bar.

… whose walls and tabletops with tattered and torn photos, art prints, ticket stubs, and scribbled thoughts…

… whose walls and bookcases are full of vinyl LPs, rock albums, and hipster posters.  

… that has cushy chairs you literally sink into, like an old recliner in your childhood living room. 

… whose stage features mics and drums and plush carpets for musicians and poets to show their craft.  

… who plays the music I want to hear — rock, alternative, indie and classic rock-n-roll…. from the Beatles to Ben Folds, from The Flaming Lips to Nirvana. 

… whose White Russians only cost 5,000 won and come ice-cold and strong.

… whose darkness and calmness afford you the opportunity to steal away from the hustle-bustle and neon lights outside their door.  

… that only a few of my friends no about.   And I plan on keeping it that way.