The title of this novel is somewhat misleading, it is really just a run of the mill Brooklyn deli and the author has a Korean wife and in-laws. I was expecting more of true glimpse into the Korean culture but didn't really see so much of that, it was more of an aside to the story. The memoir is almost equal parts about the purchase and running of the family deli and the author's work as an elite journalist at the Paris Review. I had absolutely no desire to hear about Mr. Howe working for George Plimpton in Manhattan. The author then goes down among the unwashed masses to help run the deli which mostly sounded like such pretentious snobbery to me. Like it was a science experiment or something. Very disappointing.