Almost two weeks ago, I had a craving for Chinese. Lately, I've had a craving for fried-chicken tenders. I asked, and Namji-eup answered: there was a Nae Nae Chicken joint right up the street from my motel. Once the chicken guy heard my story, he gave me a pair of face masks for free: "Watch out for the fine dust (misae meonji)," he said.
The chicken was celestial.