There are times, few and far between, when the experience of eating a meal becomes a poetry all its own. When time and place and circumstance conspire to elevate what could be mundane into something triumphant, elegant and nuanced that tickles the tongue and inspires the senses. Such is the clay roasted duck at Dha Rae Oak.
It is a humble space, even bordering on tacky. All bright lights and boxes of sake and beer stuffed in corners. It is not known for its service, as few servers speak English. It offers up the usual panchan, none of which are especially worthwhile on their own. But then, there is that duck. Stuffed with sticky rice, fruit, nuts, sweet potato and a whole host of other sensory surprises, this is a perfect meal for autumnal nights or winter’s darkest days.