When you go to a Yakiniku restaurant (that's the ones with the little barbecue on the table in front of you) and you see something on the menu called "Horumon", remember that that isn't a plate of hormones, it's a plate of bits of intestines. Discovered that last night to my surprising delight but it seems my own intestines weren't quite so delighted by the presence of "their own kind" and promptly discarded the foreign intestines along with all the beer I washed them down with.
Once again, adventure at your own peril :)
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