So there are these little snacks called Mandu. They are about the size of golf balls and are filled with either meat or kimchi. Our favorite place sells them 8 for a buck. It's a sweet deal, but the other day my friend Jon noticed a picture on the wall. It was 4 guys with 30 trays of Mandu. He took that picture as a challenge and proceeded to make the allstar team of eaters in Chuncheon.
The four of us(Jon, Jonah, Steve and myself), made this whole ordeal of the thing saying that we would break the record, which if you haven't figured out the math is 240 Mandu balls between us, or 60 each. Our goal was to beat them by a tray, another 2 each. Well, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves, but we did it. We won. I don't know what we won, the guy still took our money at the end of the night, but I guess I have bragging rights? That really sucks. I've got a pain in my stomach like I might give birth to an alien.
The best part of the whole challenge was that half way through he was speaking to one of our friends in Korean and we asked what he said, she said, "oh, he just said it was funny that we had so many people watching because the last group didn't have spectators". Well, she lied to us. What he was really telling her was that when those guys came, they came with a group of people who all contributed to the massive amount on the table. So really, there was no challenge. We made our own challenge and beat ourselves. Now it makes sense as to why he hesitated to bring us more and more Mandu. He was legitimately worried about our health... I think he's right. I'm gonna stay up all night to make sure my stomach doesn't crush my lung while I sleep.
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