Eating out: Han Kang, London 
I have to confess, this is a backup post - I didn’t actually eat here today. Today I went to Itsu for lunch with my brother, so that we could pick apart very detail of his job interview this morning, and a couple of boxes of sushi too.
Han Kang is where we went the last time we met for lunch. It’s a little Korean restaurant just off Tottenham Court Road, which we chose simply because of the lack of better options close to the station (he was working in PR at the time and always in a massive rush). We didn’t know anything about the place and the windows were blacked out so we were apprehensive but willing to take a risk. It paid off, luckily. From the moment we stepped in and saw that, not only was almost every table was already taken, but they were taken by Korean people - we knew it was going to be good. I’ve since read reviews claiming that although the food is great, the service is less than adequate – the main complaint being that Korean diners get bigger portions than non-Korean diners. I don’t know how true this is. All I can say is that I was happy with the service and my portion was plenty big enough for me. 
He went for a pork stir fry and I plumped for good old vegetarian bibimbap. It’s a dish of warm white rice topped with a selection of shredded, sautéed vegetables, some chilli sauce and a beautiful fried egg. I love it because there are so many different elements so every mouthful is different. It’s sort of meal where I’m glad I was eating it with chopsticks because otherwise I’d have given myself indigestion from shovelling it too quickly.
Which is exactly what my brother did in his rush to get back to the office, leaving me with a quick peck on the cheek and the bill. Typical. 
PS: Dinner today was pasta bake, which proved to be a very cosy meal for such a drab and drizzly day. 

Eating out: Han Kang, London

I have to confess, this is a backup post - I didn’t actually eat here today. Today I went to Itsu for lunch with my brother, so that we could pick apart very detail of his job interview this morning, and a couple of boxes of sushi too.

Han Kang is where we went the last time we met for lunch. It’s a little Korean restaurant just off Tottenham Court Road, which we chose simply because of the lack of better options close to the station (he was working in PR at the time and always in a massive rush). We didn’t know anything about the place and the windows were blacked out so we were apprehensive but willing to take a risk. It paid off, luckily. From the moment we stepped in and saw that, not only was almost every table was already taken, but they were taken by Korean people - we knew it was going to be good. I’ve since read reviews claiming that although the food is great, the service is less than adequate – the main complaint being that Korean diners get bigger portions than non-Korean diners. I don’t know how true this is. All I can say is that I was happy with the service and my portion was plenty big enough for me. 

He went for a pork stir fry and I plumped for good old vegetarian bibimbap. It’s a dish of warm white rice topped with a selection of shredded, sautéed vegetables, some chilli sauce and a beautiful fried egg. I love it because there are so many different elements so every mouthful is different. It’s sort of meal where I’m glad I was eating it with chopsticks because otherwise I’d have given myself indigestion from shovelling it too quickly.

Which is exactly what my brother did in his rush to get back to the office, leaving me with a quick peck on the cheek and the bill. Typical. 

PS: Dinner today was pasta bake, which proved to be a very cosy meal for such a drab and drizzly day.