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A delightful feast of romance, food, and heart
After King the Land, it was such a happy reunion with Yoon-A. I instantly remembered why she’s so endearing — charming, radiant, and effortlessly engaging. She really has a knack for roles where she caters to people’s needs — hotels, royal kitchens — and she brings such warmth that every scene feels welcoming.
The male lead, meanwhile, was pure eye candy — but more than just that. He nailed that delicate balance between anger and vulnerability. Yi Heon was grand, dramatic, and just a little too much — but honestly, isn’t that what a king should be? He was acutely aware of his power, of his own authority, which made his softer moments stand out even more.
I absolutely loved the international flavor of the show — from the first segment in France to the cooking contest with the Ming. As a native French speaker and a fan of the Chinese language, it was such a treat to hear both blend naturally into a K-drama. Sure, the Chinese was slower than what I’m used to in C-dramas, but the cultural crossover was so much fun that I didn’t mind. And watching the cast act as though each bite was an extra-sensory revelation? Completely hilarious. Their expressions alone could make you crave the dishes.
The show never took itself too seriously — at least, not until episodes 11 and 12, when everything suddenly turned chaotic. Up until then, it was light, witty, and romantic in the best way. It was clear from the very beginning that he was drawn to her the moment he saw her, even if he didn’t realize it yet. Watching him slowly piece together those feelings and stand by her against everyone was genuinely sweet. And I loved how she learned to see beyond the “tyrant” legend and love the man underneath. And yes, I’ll happily ignore every little alarm whispering “Stockholm syndrome” — it’s fiction, and I had a blast.
My biggest frustration was the ending. He went down in history as a tyrant despite all his efforts to restrain himself, to forgive, to not take revenge for his mother — and for what? Nothing! I was raging 😆. It’s such a shame, because the show had been building toward something great before the historical constraints kicked in and tangled everything up.
Even so, Bon Appétit, Your Majesty remains a charming, visually delicious drama — part romance, part historical fantasy, part food heaven — served with undeniable heart.
I started rating it at 8.5, but the ending chaos shaved off half a point.
The male lead, meanwhile, was pure eye candy — but more than just that. He nailed that delicate balance between anger and vulnerability. Yi Heon was grand, dramatic, and just a little too much — but honestly, isn’t that what a king should be? He was acutely aware of his power, of his own authority, which made his softer moments stand out even more.
I absolutely loved the international flavor of the show — from the first segment in France to the cooking contest with the Ming. As a native French speaker and a fan of the Chinese language, it was such a treat to hear both blend naturally into a K-drama. Sure, the Chinese was slower than what I’m used to in C-dramas, but the cultural crossover was so much fun that I didn’t mind. And watching the cast act as though each bite was an extra-sensory revelation? Completely hilarious. Their expressions alone could make you crave the dishes.
The show never took itself too seriously — at least, not until episodes 11 and 12, when everything suddenly turned chaotic. Up until then, it was light, witty, and romantic in the best way. It was clear from the very beginning that he was drawn to her the moment he saw her, even if he didn’t realize it yet. Watching him slowly piece together those feelings and stand by her against everyone was genuinely sweet. And I loved how she learned to see beyond the “tyrant” legend and love the man underneath. And yes, I’ll happily ignore every little alarm whispering “Stockholm syndrome” — it’s fiction, and I had a blast.
My biggest frustration was the ending. He went down in history as a tyrant despite all his efforts to restrain himself, to forgive, to not take revenge for his mother — and for what? Nothing! I was raging 😆. It’s such a shame, because the show had been building toward something great before the historical constraints kicked in and tangled everything up.
Even so, Bon Appétit, Your Majesty remains a charming, visually delicious drama — part romance, part historical fantasy, part food heaven — served with undeniable heart.
I started rating it at 8.5, but the ending chaos shaved off half a point.
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