When the temperature drops below 32 degrees and a glowing snowflake on the dashboard warns of icy roads, my car practically drives itself to Lighthouse Tofu in Annandale. The air inside the restaurant has the inviting, nutty smell of barley tea, and the dining room is lined with hanok-style papered windows that replace views of the parking lot with warm, diffuse light. This is a sanctuary, a place of calm. At least until the sundubu-jjigae arrives.
