I got the hankering for this dish after Molly moaned, almost audibly, over it. She has never steered me wrong.
It is a bowl of kimchi fried rice, made with bacon and egg. It sounded startling to me, but Molly moaned.
It was OK. No, I didn't like it. I ate half, and threw the rest away.
The bacon. That didn't work for me.
I will allow the slight possibility that one of the slices of guanciale had a microscopic dot of mold on it, and the bad flavor could have tainted the rice.
But I doubt it.
Besides, I'm not making it again, even if it is the most delicious food in the world to somebody else.
It didn't work for me.