My ex-boyfriend and I had a relationship that pretty much centered around Chi-tung. I mean, he was a great guy, but our hours and hours spent eating at Chi-tung was probably one of the reasons that we stayed together for so long. He would order a few different things; I’d order the Thai Spicy Crazy Noodle. I’d eat half of it there and bring it home, only to devour it within an hour or two. The oil would seep through the carry-out box. There’s nothing bad I can say about you, Chi-tung. This is my love letter to you. I still miss you, baby! <3