I grew up in what I call the immigrant district of San Francisco in the 60’s and 70’s (12 of those years). I probably ate from every culture that managed to make way to the US. I had friends from every continent.
I fell in love with Korean food when I got stationed at Osan AB in Korea. Best food ever. I could live the rest of my life there quite comfortably. But I digress, back to my awkward story here.
There were a couple of foods I had there that I had heard of but never tasted previously. The first being kimchi, which I heard was horrible, and was warned by all the other G.I.’s to stay away from. So I had to try it. It’s fantastic. The other was Yaki mandoo. I lived off those two. Kimchi and yaki. Heavily fermented garlicky kimchi (to my co workers dismay😱) and over the top salty yaki mandoo. By the bagfull. A dollars worth would fill you up.
I had never heard the term potstickers before. When I got home from Korea, went to dinner with some friends, and they ordered pot stickers. I was clueless. The funny thing was we were in a Korean restaurant and they were looking at the Korean language menu reverse side had English, duh. So they were pointing at the picture of yaki… and calling it potstickers. (Even my iPhone seems to want to make an emoji for potstickers 
). I laughed and told the waitress, in Korean, (ok, severely broken Korean) “sorry, they want yaki mandoo, please” which of course got her all flustered that I spoke to her in Korean, which then started her to go into a long conversation about something in Korean because she assumed I knew more than I really did:cowboy_hat_face:. At which point I used up the rest of my Korean reserves in the next sentence, “I speak very small Korean”. Which got a big laugh, earned a big kiss on the cheek, and got lots of “Oooo’s” from the table.
Lmao… ok, got carried away there, sorry. But still, I don’t know where potstickers come from. I’ve only ever known them as mandoo, or yaki, or yaki mandoo. Same with Kimbab. Kimbab is what many people refer to as a California roll. Or sometimes sushi. When the sushi is rolled up inside a sheet of seaweed, and the mutton is real lean… lol… gotcha. Had a miracle max moment there.