It was a beer night so coming home I felt pretty good although a little hungry. We were drinking at a Belgian bar so it was beer and chip only earlier. I figured that a hot chilli type soup would go down a treat and help ensure I felt pretty good the next morning. Leastwise it had always worked that way when I worked on Korea.
I stopped at the local hawker stalls here and found a boiled beef soup. It was beautiful, just what the doctor ordered but my goodness, it was a hot one. Even my top lip was sweating. Mind you, I feel great this morning.