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Monday, December 20, 2004
The owner, an understated guy called Mr Gurung, met us at the station and walked us through the convoluted alleyways to his restaurant.
The restaurant smelled of incense when we walked in, and Indian music played off the television. It's
in Seoul, which is always nice.
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