The day before, Tom offered to take us out to a little café
in Wudaokou called Café Bros. It was a cozy little cafe with three different
sitting spaces, but all with low ceilings. The low ceilings added to the cozy and cuteness, although it wasn't very convenient for tall people like Tom.
crepe cake: layers of crepe and cream that was a perfect lightness |
indulging in cake. Photo Cred: Catherine |
From one Korean place to another, we headed to a Korean restaurant
for dinner (– yes, we had dessert before dinner). When I entered, I
heard someone say anyonghaseyo, but I thought that was my ears deceiving me. Anyways, I successfully got us a table of 6 in my broken putonghua (Mandarin).
Herb tempura, not as great as the guy on the fork in the road at Sookdae in Korea, but it was good.
On our way out, I heard anyeonghekasayo. This time I was
not the only one to hear it. In fact, the chef making food at the front
restaurant was speaking to Korean to us! He smiled and
waved us all out, and continues waving to us when we were outside the
restaurant. This brightened up our already happy spirits x100.
umm... I love Wudaokuo.
LOL I love how you refer to koreans as your people now.
ReplyDeleteThe cake looks sooo good:)
ReplyDeleteThe cake looks sooo good:)
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