daniel: tony, how many bottles can you drink? anthony: we ll see. all: whoa! anthony: yes, i remember now. somewhere near the start of the evening. the moment little brother grabbed the reigns of our soon to be careening chariot. unfettered by earthly conventions like so-called good sense. or inevitable reality of work tomorrow. daniel: all right. eat the egg, eat the egg before it gets cooked too much. anthony: oh that s good. daniel: it s good? you like the marinade more, right? anthony: yeah, yeah, yeah. this being korea, beer is a must. as is, apparently, soju. i had forgotten that part. i m curious, though. i mean, what seems to define korea, as i know it, is it anticipates the future very, very well.
my mission, for purposes of television, is to ingratiate myself with a group of total strangers. insinuate myself into their lives. observe, what they call, and please excuse my painful pronunciation, hwe-shik. it s an expression combining the concepts of company and meal. in korean business culture, this would be a regular thing. a one-night corporate retreat, if you will. which is how i ended up at my appointment with the fates. a barbecue joint popular with the salary man. anthony: yeah, who is everybody here? daniel: noh, mister noh. ok. daniel: mister huh. anthony: huh. anthony: tony. daniel: tony. anthony: i think they like me. daniel: do you drink soju? anthony: i do. daniel: okay, excellent. anthony: soju.
mister huh: pour on your head. server: i ll give it, soju. anthony: soju? man: nice to meet you. anthony: so, correct me if i m wrong here. it s dried squid, m&ms and mixing your alcohols? daniel: yeah. hey, come back. spooek spooek anthony: it seemed like a good idea back at the office. yeah? ah! mister huh: okay! anthony: next i ll be performing a medley from mamma mia. come on baby light my fire mister huh: light my fire. anthony: fire, fire. yes. daniel: oh, we got a low score, we only got forty-five. anthony: mouse fish? mister huh: i love you more
anthony: that is bro-tastic. daniel: this is the chopstick game. all: oh! [ laughter ] anthony: don t play this game with engineers. all: ugh. oh! anthony: aw, don t hurt the man. he s been hitting those oysters hard. [ laughter ] anthony: see you in flavor town. daniel: ooh! all: oh! mister huh: drink, drink, drink, drink. daniel: one, two and three. this is pretty good. spooek spooek speak [ speaking foreign language ] anthony: no, that s good. daniel: we got to go somewhere else. anthony: yeah we re going. let s hit the street guys. anthony: well past soju bottle number nine. the idea that only an hour earlier we sat like gentlemen and had barbecue. a rapidly fading memory.
than i can say. tony. tony jch mister huh: tony, sit down. sit down. daniel: we got to go somewhere else. we got to go somewhere else. we re not finished here, tony. anthony: squid drinks and m&ms? sure. makes perfect sense. in fact, there were oysters somewhere along the route. a detail that becomes increasingly worrying with our alcohol intake. anthony: oh, oysters. awesome. nice. competitive drinking and shellfish. daniel: you ever play any korean drinking games? anthony: uh, no. daniel: no? well they have a lot of them. it keeps the energy up and keeps everyone kind of, drinking. anthony: oh. anthony: stop two: gol mok gil. daniel: all right. we re going to play a little game first.