This is the heart of koreatown. I remember coming here as a young child, holding my grandpa's hand as he ordered the walnut cakes, in both red bean and walnut of course. Steaming warm, and so delicious, I enjoyed every morsel, and still do today.
The Korean Pancake is my guilty pleasure. I don't eat sweets but I literally cannot resist these, they have a gooey, maple-syrupy center, and steamy, chewy dough around it.
This place is more than just good food. It had a history, a loving family behind it and a lovely warm atmosphere.