Uni rice. Somewhere in Busan.
Asking men to get naked in the name of journalism, writing a good lede in ten minutes (as opposed to ten days), hot boys with mohawks, fugu, flirty sushi chefs who wield sharp knives, 300km/hr first class train rides, and the development of 20 new inside jokes all factored into what makes one of the best days of my entire life.
An offal-ly good seafood meal, after the jump.
