I Love A Buffet

Originally this post was going to chronicle yesterday's travel day. It
wasn't particularly interesting unless you are really into various forms of
transportation and sitting next to an American dude with a mohawk who said
he was coming to Seoul to kick some ass.

But now more important things have come up.

When I walked into the breakfast buffet at the Grand Intercontinental Seoul
around 7 am, my tapeworm flared up, and I couldn't help myself.

I love a breakfast buffet. Here's what I ate, in chronological order:

1 cappuccino
2 waffles with just a drizzle of syrup. (I don't like syrup so much.)
1 omelette with bacon, onions, peppers, mushrooms.
1 side of grilled steak
3 little potatoes
3 leek dumplings
1 more cappuccino
3 small pieces of grilled fish
2 small pieces of steak
1 small piece of grilled chicken
1 small piece of ham
1 serving of steamed broccoli & cauliflower (It was next to the fish and I
figured some veggies would do some good.)
1 final waffle with some chocolate sauce and a dollop of whipped cream.
1 cappuccino to go

And now ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to the gym.