our awkward and dericious dinner at pyongyang cafe.
i had cognac with my food, something the late mr. kim would have approved. bulgogi.

mandu with a view.

the waitresses were all north koreans (allegedly). there were four of them, skinny and well-dressed, watching the fina world championships while they waited on us. the room was equipped with a norebang machine just in case the cognac got out of hand.  Пхеньян кафе