One night, when I was a UC Irvine undergraduate in the ’90s, some dorm mates regaled me about a dish they’d just had. It had an anise-perfumed soup, supple noodles and paper-thin slices of raw beef ...
Every time I go to dinner with my dad I discover a new restaurant, and my last dinner with him was no exception. I told him I was craving noodles, particularly egg noodles, and he directed us to Kim ...
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