I remember the flames. In my kitchen they flicker like a candle. Here they are like the sun itself. Fire reaches for the ceiling. It envelopes the wok and imparts the food with a delicious smoky flavor unlike any other place I have eaten.
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I remember the flames. In my kitchen they flicker like a candle. Here they are like the sun itself. Fire reaches for the ceiling. It envelopes the wok and imparts the food with a delicious smoky flavor unlike any other place I have eaten.