It was a company lunch. I forget who it was for, but someone was leaving or coming or transferring or whatever. The admin for our department arranged the location; it was an asian place that did Vietnamese and Chinese, but specialized in Korean BBQ (you grill your own meat at your table).

We carpooled to the place, about 5 miles away from work. I rode up front in the passenger's side. There were about 20 of us. We sat down and got our menus, which included a list of the meats you could get for your BBQ.

Brisket was OK. Pork belly was suspicious. Black pork belly was more suspicious....what made it black? Was it from Africa? Or had it simply decayed to a nice black lustre?

I don't like ribs that much, gnawing on bones isn't lady-like.

Then we got to the intestines.... I stared, trying to digest the fact that this place actually proposed serving me intestines, raw, which I would then cook to my liking before popping it in my mouth.

Then I saw... Last Intestine. Wait... what is a Last Intestine? At first I thought, it must be the colon. But no, the Large Intestine was the colon. The last intestine, then... must be.... eeeeewwwwwwwww........

I ate lots of rice and egg drop soup.

And took a picture to share with you.