Sidebar: I also HATE this new trend in Internet writing where EVERYONE just SEEMS to put full CAPS or bold or italics on EVERY other word for EMPHASIS instead of spending (gasp!) some TIME finding a better adjective to get their POINT across! It's as if you're talking to your BFF over the phone in HIGH SCHOOL instead of reading an actual ARTICLE from a journalist. RANT over. \
I walked by Chatime, something I've been craving since I drove by it a couple of months ago and noticed its first Montreal establishment had opened on Ste-Catherine Ouest. It was my thirst-quenching salvation when I was in Malaysia (along with Blackcurrant juice, my fave at bus rest stops). If I wasn't almost late for a meeting at the time I would have ran in right then and there and treated myself to an extra-large passionfruit-lychee-wonder-drink. And that craving still hasn't been satisfied! The darned place was closed for the day due to some technical issue. Perhaps a visit to Kuala Lumpur is in order. I pondered over the notion as my insides flipped for something spicy.
Still thirsty, I ventured on, scanning the restaurant windows and menus for any authentic Korean. My stomach grumbling, I grew impatient and pulled myself north to de Maisonneuve. Then I passed it; a tiny storefront with a sign that read "Korean Fusion". I walked in and it was like I was back in Busan. Modest tables and chirpy servers filled the small space, smelling of red chili paste with walls decorated with images of cartoon bunnies and kittens. I sat down and flipped through the menu. "Thank God", I sighed. My mouth watered as I filled it with a "banchan" of kimchi and steamed potatoes. Then it was onto some Ramyeon. Then it was happiness.
While filling my craving and gazing at the illustrations of bunnies and cats, I contemplated the quotes written all over their beige wall (is happy-time sweet friends and love kisses REALLY what it's all about??) and I pretended it was 2011 again. I'm definitely going back to Ganadara next week; maybe alone, maybe with a date, or maybe with a friend (who wants to join me?!). I really don't care, because I know it'll be a hot date of kimchi, KPop songs and all kinds of reminiscent bliss.