Fire In The Hole!

Time for dinner. The local area is typical. More food per square whatever than you can poke a chopstick at. The weather was soaking so we wandered little and settled for a cafe that seemed to be popular with uni students rather than old men. I pointed to a picture that looked like vegetables and rice with some sort of meat. As seems usual, a small plate of pickles and the compulsory kimchi was placed on the table. Kimchi being the traditional chili-pickled cabbage; not bad once you get over the smell.

The meal was served piping hot on a sizzling cast iron plate; rice and ...? A small taste  and ... "Fire In The Hole!! Chili and chili and yet more chili ...

We passed it in and had a delicious tonkatsu ...

Beer seems to be the only thing to drink which calms the chili seared tissues.