korean tales

today was totally unpredictable. in the morning we took the subway downtown to chinatown to have viet beef noodles which was just alright, not the best. then we took the subway uptown to The Met but we didn't have that much time so we only spent about two and a half hours there before it closed and of course we had to go to the shop before we left and we walked out to the main entrance where people were watching some spontaneous breakdancers doing their stuff - really entertaining - wit and other wise and then we went back to rest before going out again to meet alfred at yasuda, a sushi place next to the hyatt, near chrysler bldg. alfred brought his friend SK along, a german born korean who went to columbia grad law school with him and we had good sushi and some sake plus they went to this area called k-town at about thirty something street which was amazing. we went to a bar called maru i think, and it's apparently a typical thing to order a tray of fresh fruits along with your soju - we had lychee soju - and the architecture was simple bare concrete walls and white chiffon curtains and amazing was it was mainly koreans/asians, like a different world and we headed next to The Third Floor across the junction which was totally asian, a bar with upbeat music and it was like suddenly being transported to korea and SK had a friend and we shared some seats. it was her birthday and SK went downstairs to get some dessert cakes and i had my first car bomb which wasn't heavy and i liked the irish cream taste in it. in short we had a good time catching up with Mr. A. X. and they took us to a korean grill place for supper for authentic grilled beef and pork and kimchi etc. etc. and it was so like, good times, old times and being out and being with good pals.

it was my first korean meal, served in nyc no less, with a real korean. yeap.