Following a weekend of hiking and camping in the beautiful Mureung Valley in Gangwon Province, we found ourselves with a couple of hours to kill and stomachs to fill (the terrible rhyming was unintentional, it just happened). We had time to go for lunch in downtown Donghae while we waited for the train home. Any initial cravings for pizza were met with hostility, the surrounding area had nothing of the sort on offer. We were forced to branch out and look for an alternative. Having feasted on nothing but Korean food between school outings, lunches and weekend travel around the country we were looking for something more familiar, some comfort food that tasted more like home.
Having trawled the streets for at least, a minute or two we realised our options were limited. However, as luck would have it, we stumbled upon a dirt track that led us away from the main drag and tempted by a faded, slighty dishevelled sign that read, ‘Kafe’, we took the dusty route. I don’t know what we expected but what we found certainly wasn’t it. The cafe in question, was not what we had expected to see in the slightest.
Backing onto a loading dock of sorts was a collection of carriages decked out with awnings and colourful paint jobs. A small, equally kitsch, house tied the stepping stone-style pathways together and was home to the most wonderful lady who cooked us homemade pork cutlet, complete with countless sides. The best part was of course, our lunch table, laid to perfection in our choice of carriage. We opted for a classy black and white affair.