In Which My Hairdresser’s Broken Ankle Leads to a Fab New Korean Restaurant—in Williamsburg, No Less

A few weeks after my surgery, I realized that my hair was something of a disgrace. Not just because I’d become a housebound sloth with perpetual bedhead—no, it was shaggy…

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