I wish I was two inches high so I could scramble over these like greasy boulders.
Initially, I was not that impressed. The guy running the shop was a total prick and the pork dumplings and one special kimchi dumpling were good though not as ethereal as I had anticipated. However, after the smell of steamy meat envelopes continued to permeate the entire apartment long after I had finished them. I could not stop thinking about the dumpling. The sour smack of ground pork, the sharp green-ness of scallion, and garlicky juice. They were pretty great. A working man's dumpling, a punchy package of herbs and good meat, a delicate and not completely refined casing. I'm into it.
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