Seoul, South Korea — they call it anju (안주)

Nobody in Seoul drinks without eating. Anju is food built to be drunk against: salty, chewy, hot enough to justify the next bottle. You order for the table, never for yourself, and you never pour your own soju. The tents and hof bars around Jongno 3-ga and Euljiro run from dusk to roughly 2am; peanuts and puffed rice arrive unasked, mussel broth gets topped up free while you keep ordering. Chicken and beer — chimaek — is its own institution, delivered to riverside parks.