In the U.S., meat is a steak on your own plate. One hunk, one person. At Korean BBQ, the meat is sliced thin, grilled at the table, shared by everyone. At first, I kept waiting for “my portion.” But the point wasn’t ownership—it was experience. Cooking together, laughing, fighting over the last piece. It hit me: in America, meat feels like a prize. In Korea, it feels like a party. #KoreanBBQ #FoodCulture #SharingIsLife