I got myself a Cone Pizza on the streets of Buppyeong. The machine that bakes it is like one of those ornate Swiss clocks where a tiny, pot-bellied, handlebar-mustachioed man takes a neat little turn around in his lederhosen, except instead of him it's a cone of cheese, meat and tomato sauce with a surprise at the end. (The whole thing tasted like a crappy microwaveable pizza snack. The unadvertised surprise is that the tip is filled with sweet bean paste. A built-in dessert! It's like a Drumstick in a parallel universe!)