Ever since I was a kid I had trouble subscribing to church every Sunday — week after week, the same thing, the same people, the same indoctrinations I didn’t believe — so I stopped going. Then, in college, a new religion was born: Sunday brunch! My friends and I would clamor into cars around noon, hungover and hungry, and gorge ourselves at anywhere from the beachside favorite Sambos to the outrageously delicious Tupelo Junction to the guaranteed party at El Paseo, or one of Santa Barbara’s many other fine breakfast and brunch establishments (always washed down with a bloody mary. always).
Fast forward to life in Los Angeles — brunch was the new ritual. It became my favorite meal of the week. Not only were breakfast and lunch menu items offered, but restaurants would cater to you long after the last early bird wandered out. It was the best of both worlds. I’d daydream about this luxurious weekend fare, and whether or not I should eat at one of my favorite spots on the East side, or venture over by Katie’s to see what was cooking in West L.A. Would it be Eggs La Conversation, with flaky, buttery croissant and perfectly cooked steak at chic cafe in Beverly Hills? The Healthy Egg White Omlette at Home, served with dabs of sharp goat cheese and smoky turkey, conveniently located across the street from my old place in Los Feliz? The Taste-y Breakfast Burrito from the posh joint on Melrose? The French Vegetarian Panini, fluffy eggs sandwiched between grilled foccacia with mouth-watering veggies, eaten on the gorgeous patio of my stomping ground The Alcove in Los Feliz?
My options were endless. Every restaurant served up a fine selection on Sunday, and choosing was almost impossible.
Now that I’m in Jeonju, saying that American breakfast is hard to find is an understatement — and not the gourmet breakkie fare you’d find in L.A., but simply any combination of eggs, toast, and some breakfast meat. Koreans have an obsession with coffee shops that serve waffles and donuts, but it isn’t the same as being served a hot meal. For five months, the only “breakfast food” Evan and I ever had was McDonald’s — and that was on the five occasions when we were up early enough (or late enough…oops).
Enter Deepinto! Deepinto is an upscale wine and coffee bar, the classier sister of Deepin, a popular expat dive in Gaeksa. They serve brunch on the weekend until 3:30, and when we finally went it completely changed our weekend routine, and life as we know it in Korea.
Deepinto offers four different brunch sets: Brunch A comes with french toast and fries, Brunch B comes with eggs, toast, sausage, and fries, Brunch C comes with eggs, toast, bacon and fries, and Brunch D is fish and chips (with coffee, ew).
Right away, I fell in love with the french toast plate. The toast was cooked perfectly, seasoned well and served with maple syrup. The fries are crisp on the outside, and soft in the inside. For an extra delicious meal, I added buttery eggs with herbs. This has become my go-to meal, along with the complimentary coffee and orange juice. Per-fect-ion.
The coffee is in a league all it’s own. It is served black, with a side of sugar and a shot of cream. I skip the sug, but am quick to add the cream — it can be hard to find. In Korea, it is quite common to drink instant coffee that is loaded with powdered milk and sweetners. The coffee at Deepinto is the best I’ve had here — and so strong that if I drink more than one cup, I will have trouble sleeping that night!
Evan’s favorite meal is the french toast platter as well, but he adds bacon to his dish instead of eggs like me. It is extremely hard to find good, thick-cut bacon at the supermarket here, so it’s definitely a treat. I’ve heard they have it at Costco, but we still haven’t hopped aboard the train for the 45-minute ride to the closest one.
To top it off, the restaurant serves Dr. Pepper, which we haven’t seen since Harajuku in July. Ev orders it every Sunday — his weekly treat.
Not only is this the place to get good ol’ American breakfast grub, it also happens to be the place to be on a Sunday afternoon. I have yet to go without running into at least one of my friends, bleary-eyed and happily chomping down some food.
I’m looking forward to visiting in the evening, trying out some wine and a few of their Western appetizers. Their annual Halloween party is coming up on October 30, and I have a feeling it will not disappoint!