Black and white and Persian and Korean they come, not to mark the occasion of death, but to get
where they are going — to pick up
bulgogi from a nearby street cart, or fill a prescription at the Shoppers Drug Mart, or to make it to an appointment with the dentist whose office sits under the image of a broad smile just down the block.
Keep your eyes peeled here tomorrow,
where I will show you how to use this
bulgogi in a recipe for a Korean inspired Philly cheesesteak.