I confront my nemesis, blissfully unaware of my impending fate.
And so it begins.
The taste begins to hit me. I assume the recommended eating position.
I make an unsuccessful attempt to swallow the damned thing whole.
I finally choke it down (out of sheer decorum as we are standing in the lower lobby of the InterContinental during this entire donnybrook).
As usual, more at the Flickr set