Wings nights in Seoul are brilliant. At 300 won per wing, it's a deal, and consequently it's one of Seoul's premiere social events (it's not). I was flipping through one of Seoul's expat magazines, and it dawned on me (via Noel's superior brain) that we could do "wing night" for nearly an entire week by hopping from one restaurant to the next Monday through Thursday. Conceptually, the idea was brilliant. By Thursday, I had successfully managed to demote one of my favorite foods into a dish I didn't care to eat again for a long, long time (ah hem, one week).
