Friends and Korean BBQ – what more could a girl want?

Life is a bit like a race, at the moment. One self imposed, but a race nonetheless.

Weeks ago, months even (in this race time seems to blend together, merge and twist into one time which is not in the past but still, strangely not in the now), a bunch of us ex-students decided dinner was the way to go. Indonesian was followed by Korean, then later Polish and Lebanese – a way to get together with friends after the being forced together ends.

I organised the Korean BBQ, after a visit to Sydney Madang I was yearning to try BBQ there with a big group. Bookings policy and hipness forced us away to BBQ City, which turned out to be tasty, cheap and fun (which could be due in part to the unorthodox ‘point and guess’ method we used to order drinks.

Plum Liqueur, a successful guess.

Last week my Chinese teacher told us that if you have eaten together then you are good friends. So I have no restaurant review, or recipe today, just an idea of a dinner shared with friends and a reminder to myself that the food doesn’t always have to be wonderful, sometimes its the company that matters more.