These pics take me back to the two times I had buldak in Korea. First time, it was barely after one month living there and still wasn't used to spice levels yet. Local friends decided to take me out for the cheese buldak, since it was good for "beginners". That was definitely not the case, felt like fire from my mouth all the way to my stomach.

Second time was with close friends and their parents. After a super greasy dinner of grilled duck, my friend's dad wanted to go for round #2 and decided on a bar/buldak restaurant. We did not get the cheese buldak, just straight-up regular. Initially this was better than my first experience. I was offered copious amounts of soju (local alcohol, for those wondering) during both rounds, which helped dull the burning sensation. Also, according to social etiquette, you have to accept whatever is offered by elders during dinner. So, couldn't really refuse Mr. Kim's offers of more soju and buldak. I soldiered through round #2 and somehow made it back to my apt. The rest of the night was spent dealing with an angry digestive system full of duck grease, soju, and spicy chicken.