As often is the case, the best Korean food in the city can be found in the back of a tiny unassuming Korean market where the use of English is almost never heard. We took the boys there for lunch, and to our amusement, they loved it, and devoured the Gim-Bahp and Bulgogi. Mr. Simons and I split a Dolsot Bibimbap, and it was delish. Our meal was served with traditional sides of cabbage and cucumber kimchi, which, by the way, Judah eats enthusiastically just before chasing it down with big gulps of boricha. In case you're wondering, the kids do eat almost any ethnic food--at least that's our goal. They do occasionally struggle with meatloaf, however.
And Judah finished everyone's leftovers...
...and kept going...
and going, until there wasn't a scrap of rice left.