Koreatown, Manhattan



The day my bass is coming back. I went to the Koreatown on the 32nd Street to eat something good to celebrate of the complete recovery of my bass. I was going to have some tang or jjigae but instead, I bought some broiled eel and lots of kimuchi (three pounds to be exact) to have them at home with a large helping of white rice. Mmm.

The bass was perfectly done. I felt so relieved. Well there is a new scar right where the neck and the body is attached but I can live with that. I was afraid of skipping a gig but, to end up with, I did not miss any. That was real relief.

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