There's a cafe on campus called Windy City; I've been there once or twice before, and I went back again today. This time, the purpose was to try the burger set (Koreans use "set" instead of "value meal" to describe prix-fixe menus). It turned out to be modestly sized, which was no big surprise, but the burger itself had that soft, homemade feel about it. The real revelation, though, was the dipping sauce that accompanied the French fries: from a distance, the sauce looked like ketchup, but it turned out to be sweet-and-spicy chili sauce. I could have used more of that, along with about three times as many fries.
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It wasn't a bad burger, overall; I might go back and order it again. I liked the vegetables, and the egg atop the burger patty was cute (see it hiding in there?). I could have done without the weird sauces on the burger; ketchup and mayo would have been fine. I had also tried to order a chicken salad, but the guy at the counter told me, "No salad," so that's a strike against Windy City—not enough to make me forsake the place, but enough to make me cautious. This is the second time that the restaurant has run out of something. Not a good sign.
Righto—I'll be teaching my final Korean class this evening. Just two more hours to go until class. I'm sad that I won't be seeing this group any longer, but at the same time, I wouldn't be human if I didn't admit to a feeling of relief about having my evenings free again for the first time in months (my students doubtless feel the same way!). The semester is drawing to a close; I'm no longer teaching classes, per se; I'm now engaging in review and prepping my students for their last two big exams: a school-sanctioned listening test and the six classes' respective final exams. After that, it's just a matter of finalizing grades.
As the gyopos like to say: Laters.