Resolving to try something new, we strayed away from the Kimbop Chunguk tonight and found ourselves in a Japanese ramen noodle restaurant.

One thing led to another, and pretty soon we were drinking blueberry smoothies in the apartment of a Korean woman we met at the noodle shop.

Her fifteen year old son proudly displayed his action figures across the living room floor.

I love when Konglish makes you new friends.