The boy spent the evening with the nanny, so busy daddy and I had a date night. And by date night, I mean we sat at the same table at a restaurant and ate a meal at the same time while we both fiddled with our iPhones. It was tres romantique.
If you can’t tell by now, we like Korean food. But we’re also kind of snobbish about Korean food. So it was a nice surprise to find this great little Korean joint in Cherry Hill, just a stone’s throw from Philly. The place was totally unassuming and didn’t have that weird faux Korean thing going on. It was just an unassuming diner that serves great Korean food. On styrofoam plates. With drinks served in paper Dixie cups. It reminded me of some of the weird, funky plate lunch places I went to as a kid in Hawaii, which is to say, the food was totally delicious.