Galbi = YUM.

So, our "choose a random station and random exit" technique worked miracles for the second time in a night. This time, getting off at Exit 6 at Seoul National University, we stumbled upon this little place for dinner, hidden amongst the sea of fish restaurants...

... don't let its humble exterior fool you. This place was an obese Englishman's DREAM! Behold...

The middle of the table was a bloody BARBEQUE (Korean word: galbi). 'twas PROPER Korean-like: no shoes, sitting on cushions on the floor, W26,000 for the whole schebang (i.e. £6.50 each) (although we almost regurgitated our kimchi when Mervyn read the bill as W260,000)...AMAZING. And yes, that is a look of pure, unbridled elation on Mervyn's face. Can you blame him? Perfect.

Quote of the night: Mervyn: "Well, at least I'll be a cool twat, and not a boiling one."