Following a 20-minute wait, Emma and I were seated in a kimchi infused restaurant bustling with Koreans. Quick FYI, Emma is half Korean, and discovered that Assa serves the soup from her local town. She fondly calls it ‘Ass Soup’ because it’s made mostly with spam, which was a delicacy after the Korean war when locals found it leftover in American army bases. This is how the soup is served, in an enormous pot heaving with vegetables, beef, kimchi and spam. I’ve eaten spam once before, and it was purely out of necessity. I was on a school camping trip, it was 40 degrees Celsius and the fresh meat was rotten. The only thing left for us to eat over seven days was spam and powder cordial.
Now, if Emma hadn’t told me that I would gain serious friendship points for trying the soup, I might have chosen anything else on the menu, but as a close friend I knew it was my duty to forgive the spam and give it another go. After 10 minutes the noodles should have gotten soft enough to start serving. My first bite and…..I’m contemplating whether I love it or not- surprisingly, yes! I love spam. Who knew?! (As a side note: Emma and I are now officially BFFS) This is by far the creepiest art on a toilet door I have ever seen. Every time I am in Soho I insist on stopping at the Italian gelateria Gelupo. Seeing as Emma introduced me to her favourite restaurant, I felt it only fair to introduce her to my favourite ice-creamery.