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I usually eat mandu on my home from school. It's a little like ravioli, with some kind of meaty concoction wrapped in a pasta-like pocket. There's fried mandu (which look a bit like chili peppers), and there's steamed mandu. The below variety is steamed mandu, and my kids tell me you can get 'king mandu', which is much bigger than the above 'hand mandu'. At least I think that's what it's called, the mandu guy pointed to his hand when he tried to explain the name. Maybe he was just saying that he made it with his own fair hands.
The mandu guy is great, we have limited conversations, and sometimes his son is there. He's about 10 years old, and has functional English. In fact, I'm usually served by the camera-shy mandu guy's wife, who gives me six pieces of mandu, a cup of coke and a sweet pancake for dessert, and only charges me one thousand won (about 50p)