I worked for about 4 months in Korea, which was really interesting. One day the Koreans were being very helpful and decided to buy me dinner, so I sat down to a meal of raw garlic, raw green chilli peppers, and raw red chilli peppers with a side-bowl of raw onion and another of Kimchi* with various hot spicy dips. Very nice from their perspective, and just to be "Western" for me, they gave me coca cola to wash it down with (the combination was... indescribable, and thankfully the memory is blurring with time).
I honked for weeks.
Oddly enough, that was before my dancing days when I still had a phobia about dance, but even then all the Koreans I worked with called me "DZ", which is the name they have for their version of Fred Astaire, because they all throught that I looked like a dancer and acted like a gentleman.
Funny the way life goes.
John.
* Kimchi (pronounced kim-she) is a form of cabbage wrapped up and pickled in pepper and red spices, thrown into a pot, and buried in the garden for 3 months plus to stew. When it comes out it has the ability to make your breath so powerful you could strip varnish off a door from ten paces. Quite tasty though.