The partying from Saturday night caught up with me Sunday morning. After washing away the stale party smell, I hauled myself fifteen subway stops to Konkuk University to meet my friend Rachel. She’s teaching me Chinese and I teach her Spanish.
I was able to write a character Rachel deemed beautiful enough to call Chinese. If you squint right, this character means “you”.
After a lesson of writing and vocab, she invited me to grab dinner with a long time friend. I decided to join them in hopes that some food would set me right.
I’m not talking about my old college hang over cure of fried chicken strips and fries or a Cajun filet biscuit from Bojangles. No, legit chinese food did the trick this time.
All the oil in the food soaked up the toxins in my stomach and really fixed me right. I have never had so many flavors at once! Chinese food is oily, but the flavors are amazing! This isn’t your “Sweet n’ Sour Pork” or “General Tso’s Chicken” from home.