
Rock of Love
You’d think it’d be natural but there are a lot of angry vegans out there. What we ingest is not necessarily who we are. There’s the stress of everyday living that doesn’t go away just because there is no violence associated with your food. Sugar and white flour can gum up your system just like steak and potatoes.

My Little Emperor
Vegan, vegetarians, and even carnivores need an escape from the hustle and bustle of the big city. HanGawi is a mountaintop where peace and serenity is law. Often referred to as an oasis, HanGawi is more than just incredible Korean vegan food. We are talking about Yin and Yang, Um and Yang, balance, harmony, nature, that whole soothing hippie vibe.
HanGawi is not just my new favorite restaurant but my favorite place. I’d heard some stuff. Best Vegetarian restaurant in New York, best Korean, a virtual vacation, most romantic, greatest restaurant of all time. Others say it’s expensive, not Korean enough, overrated, and protest going to the bathroom without shoes.

Life as a Movie
I’m here to tell you, believe the hype (the good hype). Chefs eat there and so should you. Some call it Buddhist or “mountain vegetable” fare. Think wild rice, sautéed vegetables, bibimbap, clay pot, stone pot, kimchi, dumpling, sizzle-at-your-table, celebrate-life food. I had already eaten there twice (once with the Bailey’s and once with Dr. Larry).
I was thrilled to finally get to experience with the love of my life. We opted for the lunch prix fixe. Julia had the Mini Emperor: spinach porridge, vermicelli delight and the vegetarian stone bowl rice. I had the Ginseng lunch:

Pancake Lunch
porridge, dumplings and the tofu clay pot. The included dessert was some sort of cinnamon water, which initially seemed like a “Diss” sert but turned out to be refreshing and a perfect finisher.
I was a little tense. I wanted the day to be perfect. The radiator next to me knocked and steamed. But I was calm with my shoes left at the door, sitting inside the floor. My feet treated to a plank wood, heated floor. The decor is spa Asian. It’s max relaxation.

Six Months Before Our First Date
I felt dreamy as I looked across the table at my beautiful girlfriend. This feeling never has ended. The day was sunny and perfect. My inside coat pocket had a secret treasure. This was feeling very right.
I insisted we go to “our spot.” One of our first dates we found ourselves in Central Park on one of the huge rocks. From this spot (we call Mount George and Julia), there is a stunning view of the upper west side. It’s in so many movies and what I consider one of the most gorgeous spots in New York.

Mount George and Julia 2009
I can remember our first trip there. We took a picture. I remember the peace I felt as I hugged this Connecticut gal I met at Wilkes Creative Writing College. We had only dated a couple of weeks but as I looked from the rock, I could see and feel so much beauty ahead.
As we cuddled we noticed there were several couples cuddling just like us. Julia said, “It must be cuddle time.” It is possibly the most romantic place on earth. Mount George and Julia meant so much to me, to us.

Yes to both, please.
We sat there for a while in each other’s arms. It was so perfect. This really was like a movie. It felt like we were floating. I told her how I loved my life with her, how much I loved her and that my love was forever. Then I said, “Julia, I have something to ask you.” She smiled, assuming I was joking and said, “Yes, I want to get vegan scones.” I got down on one knee and pulled the ring out of my jacket. Julia lost her cool and yelled “Oh my God!” over and over again.
I looked her in the eye, “Julia, will you marry me?” She said, yes!

She Said Yes!!!!
We both got dreamy and walked around the park, floating. We held hands, smiled and looked at each other lovingly. This was Zen. This was perfect life. I am the luckiest man alive.

