Little Korea

With my sense of direction, or rather, the lack of it, I was anticipating a night of many wrong turnings before we could finally find the restaurant; and end up having supper in place of dinner.

I was wrong. We reached there on first attempt, perfect timing for dinner. In no time after we made our order, the waiter was laying out onto the table, a countless number of little plates of pickled dishes. A minute later, we were barbecueing away.

After the hearty meal, we strolled through the cosy Korean enclave and feasted our eyes on the lines and lines of colourful items on the shelves of the charming Korean mini marts.

It was a lovely well deserved night out for two shameless, self-proclaimed chefs: me and mum.