The Korean Deli Memoir
Maybe it’s my former marketeering identity talking, but I love the idea of a ridiculously literary academic opening a deli in NYC. With his in-laws. And all his savings.
Luckily, I’m in charge of the real-estate search, and so far I have successfully steered us from any delis serving hot food. As a result, Kay’s frustration is starting to become lethal.
“What’s the matter?” she asked me the other day. “You not like money? Why you make us poor?”
These are not unfair questions. I would say that one of my biggest faults as a human being is that I do not love money, which makes me lazy and spoiled.
You can read a far too short excerpt over at NY Magazine.