Further exploring our hood we discover authentic Korean walnut pastries (served warm in a sack) in the back of a huge Korean market where the local BBQ purveyors buy their meat. Yum!
We shut down the blog during our (fairly harrowing) apartment hunt because we didn’t want our families hopping on a flight to LAX to kidnap us and bring us back to NYC.
Now that we found our (PERFECT!) LA home in the heart of Koreatown (OMG SO MUCH KARAOKE), we can laugh about our adventures navigating through places we nicknamed “Pee Pee City,” “Homeless City” and “Carpet Stain City.”
Luckily, some friends on Camellia Street let us crash at their place so we weren’t homeless.
Much to Jim’s pleasure, the Camellia crew was dog-sitting an adorable, obese Chihuahua named Tiki. She’s 10000 years old, doped up on meds and rather rotund. Bless her little (overworked) heart.
Just heard back to back radio ads for cheap plastic surgery and catastrophic earthquake insurance. Welcome to LA!