We picked up our now-repaired car from a shop in Fairfax earlier this evening. The young man who was handling the process went above and somewhat beyond what we expected. He was consistent, above board and in the end, generous. He fixed a small dent and painted over another growing rust spot for gratis. It turns out from what was evident in the office and in his actions that he was a Christian. It was a shop run by Korean-American Christians.
On the way out to the repair shop, I had spotted and then commented on an interesting out-of-the-way Korean BBQ place. Out of curiosity, and hunger I asked him where we might go to eat for Korean BBQ, and he suggested the same place. We stopped at the place on the way back. It was delicious, a great deal of fun, and relatively inexpensive.
It was a modern Korean family place with the traditional BBQ in the middle of the table. The servers laid out the items, Kimchi, pickled carrots and other things, lettuce for wrapping, and rice. Then, the beef and octopus and vegetables, which the kindly older women serving the table cooked in front of us.
Klara was on top of it all, and took to it. Chopsticks in hand, she devoured the beef and rice and more. Looking around at the Korean families, the many children, and the colorful signs and photos, she was enjoying the occasion.
2 comments:
Yes, I have a napkin tucked in my blouse.
Ohhhhh..So delish..
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