I often feel like going out for Korean food is like a really squirm-inducing
elementary-school game of "I Dare You", but you pay money for it. I
used to think that the concerned looks from Korean families as I sat
down at a table had something to do with the fact that I was the only
non-Korean in the room, but now I'm starting to realize that it has
everything to do with the fact that, at some point, they're going to try
to serve you something that still has a heartbeat.
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