THE SHIT I EAT WHEN BY MYSELF: K-TOWN RICE’N CHEESE

[ezcol_1third] THE RICE AND SAUCE QUICKLY COOKED INTO SOMETHING LIKE A DOPPELGANGER OF RISOTTO, BOUND BY THE STRINGENT GOOEYNESS OF MELTED CHEESE, OF WHICH HE THEN GOBBLED DOWN BY EACH OVERSIZED WOODEN-SPOONFUL [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end] I hardly think that it's unreasonable, sometimes even understandable, for people to bundle their perceptions for different cultures around a region, as a whole.  As one of the Asians, Taiwanese to be exact, I am certainly far more accustomed to many of the familiarly bizarre lifestyles or values from our neighboring cultures, than say someone who are born and raised in the Midwest of America.  Regardless of agreements, I can generally find an answer for much of the "Asian weirdness" that are otherwise lost in translation, even just by association.  But a few days ago, prompted by a segment from Tony's Parts Unknown, I sank into a recent uprise of Korean phenomenon so baffling, that the regional cultural gap