I haven't heard from Palmolive yet, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time. (Beautiful) fingers crossed! Break a nail!
Anyhoos, there's been a flurry of activity in the snowglobe of my life. Let's catch up, shall we?
First, there was my friend Soojin's birthday. That was way back in the day. We had Gyenari and it was deeelicious! I was shocked. In a good way. I particularly enjoyed it because I was in charge of the grilling. The chopsticks were in my hands and yes, I used them to great effect. Some other hand models wouldn't take such risks with their money makers but I'm crazy like that. That's what sets me apart. That and my homely hands. Haha.
I love this back wall here. Nice, huh?
We ordered the samarai or the geisha off her diet or was it the big kahuna? Whatever it was called, it came with some different cuts of meat and they were all quite pleasing to this palate.
The seafood that came grilled to the table was dry like James Bond's martini.
The banchan was seriously good.
And of course I loved these glasses - as well as its contents. I think MOMA sold them back in the day. Now, you can just go to Gyenari and gently place one in your purse. Just kidding.
The desserts were cheesecake factory-ish. Yes, I ate them. Your interrogation techniques are most impressive.
As a hard kore korean, I swanned into this Gyenari situation with a smidge of attitude. As I unpacked my personal chopsticks from my traditional husk woven purse and smoothed the front of my han bok and straightened the jade hair piece holding my lacquered bun in place while sneering at all the white devils around me, I was certain, it couldn't be good. Well, Gyenari, I was wrong. I stepped out of there in my traditional rubber shoes and itchy boxer style drawers thinking, man, that was good stuff. Except I thought it in old Korean dialect. You sons of dogs aka gae sakees!