Here's a taste:
*We will be on hand over at McCoKorea to correct any factual errors that may pop up in Brandon's soju-drenched dispatches. For instance, no waitress ever emasculated me for shoddy meat-scissoring. IT NEVER HAPPENED, I PROMISE.C&L took me to a cool barbeque place. The waitress corrected Chris's meat-cutting technique, but not mine, so I felt like a pro and made sure to rub it in.* It was at this dinner that I had my first taste of soju. It tastes a little like tequila or a sweet vodka, and has a nefarious habit of sneaking up on you. One interesting thing about most restaurants in Seoul, before I continue, is that you summon waiters by pressing a button. They are totally on demand. It is brilliant.