Friday, November 21, 2008
I called my brother, the adventurous eater, earlier this week and asked him if he wanted to get REAL Chinese in Chinatown. Then suddenly it was freezing here in NY, and we got lazy, and decided to meet in Koreatown- that hopping stretch of 32nd street- instead. Here I am, still recovering after about a million shots of Soju! Evil Soju. My brother, having lived in Korea, is a huge fan of Korean BBQ. I just love the set up: a million tiny dishes with all kinds of condiments and pickled everything. Of course, the smoke reaks absolute havoc on your clothing, my coat is still airing out!