ive wanted to write this down since about last week. however, its been on and off my mind for the longest while.
ever since i came to Feng Chia, as a student, my friends and i used to frequent this delicious and cheap eatery called "little chili."
i still occasion there when i crave for a small bowl of rich wonton noodles.
so i will start off with a little bit of history. (this might be a long entry...those who do not kow "little chili" might find it bo-ring :P)
in my school days, it was located on the side of one of the smaller sub-alleys of Ricebox street, way back, near the university's west side gate. a tiny shack of store surface with a low overhanging roof, a somewhat ok-kept outer kitchen where all the food is prepped, and our four main characters tolling daily to feed swamps of hungry college kids waiting in line. maybe because ive seen them and how they move about, how they respond to customers, and how they treat each other, because whenever i think of Ricebox street, i always think about them. their images float above the rest of the hundreds of tiny stalls or big timers that create just as flavorful taiwanese ambrosia. they are not particularly nice, courteous enough as most store owners go, neither is their behaviour repellent.
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