Bacon, Egg, and Chi

I'd like to think that there's a strong brunch contingency in Korea. Not in North Korea obviously, where brunch is regarded in the same mindset as freedom of speech and nuclear non-proliferation. However, I still hope that there's a little soul left in Seoul. If not I'd like to extend an olive branch, or perhaps a rosemary sprig, to the people who mastered the art of spicy pickled cabbage. You have done for Brassica oleracea what Sartre has done for existentialism, what dinosaurs have done for oil, what Cupid has done for love, what the moon has done for the tides, and what gravy has done for mashed potatoes. Humanity is forever in your delectable debt. To that extent I must offer my sincerest apologies for what must be an unforgivable, yet delicious, impasse. Brown sugar bacon, eggs scrambled in the aforementioned renderings, ghetto-ass American cheese, and the coup-de-grace, kimchi. It takes a sick mind, and an even sicker stomach, to come up with such concoctions. All I can say is don't knock it until you've tried it, so long as you try it after 4 am...