As soon as I enjoyed a round of these seven plates, she brought me
another round. When I thanked her politely, she pouted. "It's free"
she assured. I accepted an inch tall gelatinous cake, rice maybe, and
clearly bean sprouts in hot red sauce, very healthy. I could swim in
my bowl of Yook Gae Jang, spicy soup with shredded beef and vegetable,
red as chinese lacquer and plentiful with glass rice noodles. It is
pleasant, but my soup has fragrance of a freshly filled barn of newly
harvested hay. I am not sure what to combine with my pot of rice. I am
eating new in the neighborhood. During lunch, I eavesdropped as three sons of Georgia from families
long on the land listened as a small woman shared how she bought and
repaired old Honda, Suzuki and Kawasaki motorcycles. In the industrial park where I'm consulting, El Milagro has its
Atlanta tortilla manufacturing, but it's more than tortillas. I
visited the public market inside, and fresh tamales, burritos and
fresh masa awaited customers, but not for long. The parking lot
thrives with semis arriving to pickup product and private cars
arriving with shoppers. Across the street, stick noodle factory
thrives. A single thin pipe emited an awesome stream of smoke colored
steam, as if a dragon was exhaling endlessly, not needing to inhale.
Men work as mechanics on cars in the noodle factory lot. Most of Norcross's christians attend churches of modern dimensions
positioned closely to Peachtree Industrial and Buford Highway, and
these offer ESL classes for latin and oriental immigrants. I could use
a fact check here but Norcross started with three congregations around
1870, and these were Methodist, Baptist & Presbyterian. Founder of the
town, Cousin John Thrasher, gave each congregation five acres on the
prime real estate of Holy Row to build parsonages for pastors. Of
three of the original churches built in downtown Norcross, one serves
a Spanish speaking congregation, one a Korean Methodist congregation.
The one with the tallest steeple serves as an art center, home to a
resident theater company. This morning, at the Wyndham, I shared the elevator with two couples,
the men in bespoke suits of foreign tailoring and ties, the women in
outfits with an American flair. No understood my morning greetings in
English, so we all beamed grins as we descended
another round. When I thanked her politely, she pouted. "It's free"
she assured. I accepted an inch tall gelatinous cake, rice maybe, and
clearly bean sprouts in hot red sauce, very healthy. I could swim in
my bowl of Yook Gae Jang, spicy soup with shredded beef and vegetable,
red as chinese lacquer and plentiful with glass rice noodles. It is
pleasant, but my soup has fragrance of a freshly filled barn of newly
harvested hay. I am not sure what to combine with my pot of rice. I am
eating new in the neighborhood. During lunch, I eavesdropped as three sons of Georgia from families
long on the land listened as a small woman shared how she bought and
repaired old Honda, Suzuki and Kawasaki motorcycles. In the industrial park where I'm consulting, El Milagro has its
Atlanta tortilla manufacturing, but it's more than tortillas. I
visited the public market inside, and fresh tamales, burritos and
fresh masa awaited customers, but not for long. The parking lot
thrives with semis arriving to pickup product and private cars
arriving with shoppers. Across the street, stick noodle factory
thrives. A single thin pipe emited an awesome stream of smoke colored
steam, as if a dragon was exhaling endlessly, not needing to inhale.
Men work as mechanics on cars in the noodle factory lot. Most of Norcross's christians attend churches of modern dimensions
positioned closely to Peachtree Industrial and Buford Highway, and
these offer ESL classes for latin and oriental immigrants. I could use
a fact check here but Norcross started with three congregations around
1870, and these were Methodist, Baptist & Presbyterian. Founder of the
town, Cousin John Thrasher, gave each congregation five acres on the
prime real estate of Holy Row to build parsonages for pastors. Of
three of the original churches built in downtown Norcross, one serves
a Spanish speaking congregation, one a Korean Methodist congregation.
The one with the tallest steeple serves as an art center, home to a
resident theater company. This morning, at the Wyndham, I shared the elevator with two couples,
the men in bespoke suits of foreign tailoring and ties, the women in
outfits with an American flair. No understood my morning greetings in
English, so we all beamed grins as we descended
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