Sitting at the bar at Bibimbap in Soho, drinking an unexpectedly delicious Korean root tea (ordered off the drinks menu at random), I’m glad I made it out of my hotel room. Bibimbap is named after the restaurant’s specialty, a traditional Korean dish, and I picked it out days ago after a recommendation from a friend, plus a few write-ups in “Where to eat alone in London” articles.
After my flight, with too little sleep and too much caffeine, I didn’t think I was going to make it out of my hotel room, let alone the 45 minute walk across London to Bibimbap. But I wasn’t going to start off my year of adventure by wimping out on the very first one, so I changed out of my travel clothes and went out to find some food. And I’m so glad I did; the fresh air revived me after 9 hours of recycled plane air, and the food is excellent.
My meal is the dol sot bibimbap, rice topped with vegetables and an egg, served in a hot stone bowl. A welcome change from airplane food, that’s for sure. The restaurant is filling up quickly; I showed up promptly at 6, when they opened, and all the tables are already full, although there are still spots left at the bar.
Up next; a bus ride to Oxford, where I’ll be for a week, visiting a friend and pretending I’m at Hogwarts.