Friday, December 10th, 2010 11:49 pm
Some friends and I met tonight at a new-to-us restaurant called Honey Pig. Honey Pig is a Korean BBQ. Only one person of the six of us had ever been to a Korean BBQ before. The rest of us were just in it for the adventure.

We ordered the Honey Pig Sam-Gyup-Sal (I mean, ya gotta order the thing named after the restaurant (or vice versa)), Spicy Sam-Gyup-Sal, Bulgogi, and Duck. And of course Kim Chi, some sort of spicy bean sprout dish I never heard the name of, and mushrooms. And rice wraps and lettuce wraps and marinated onions and these other wraps that were clearly some sort of vegetable, but none of us could figure out what it could be based on the shape, texture, or flavor. And hot chili sauce and bean paste and what might have been some sort of fish sauce. And something else none of us knew what it was.

There were six of us, and none of us knew what the hell to do with any of the little dishes they set before us, but we figured it out as we went along, with a small amount of help from the waiter.

I had never tried kim chi and was surprised how much I liked it, but it's definitely something you don't eat a lot of by itself. Not because it was spicy, but because it was so strong. Wow. I didn't know cabbage could have that dominant a flavor. :) The spicy bean sprouts seemed to have been the biggest hit.

It was all so good, and we talked about writing (this was a writers group) and reading and books and music and such.

Then it was time for the bill.

It was $83.21 for the six of us. Not bad. So we added a 20% tip and rounded it up to $100 split 6 ways, or $17 each. Four of the others gave me their $17, and I paid with my Discover card. The sixth person had no cash, so she put in her card. We told the waiter, "Put $17 on this card, and the rest on the Discover."

We talked for a while more and then the waiter brought everything back. Handed me the two trays with the cards, and I handed the other person their card and took a look at the damage.

$6,621.00.

I blinked. I tore my cornea yesterday, after all, so maybe my eyes were playing tricks. I tried to make it $6.621.00, but that made even less sense. It definitely said $6,621.00.

So we waited a few more minutes until the waiter once again came to collect the signed receipts and I said, "There's been a mistake. This is for six thousand dollars."

He took it and looked at it. His eyes got wide. He ran off.

A few minutes later, the waiter came back. With the manager. Who both apologized profusely, explaining that a table of a lot of people had just checked out and had them divide it up individually, and they got a little flustered and missed a decimal point. The new bill was for $66.21.

Much better. :)

So, yeah. Dinner was great, as was the company. But the price was a bit steep. :)

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Saturday, December 11th, 2010 05:28 am (UTC)
What's odd is, at dinner, I overheard a conversation at a nearby table where somebody had a wrong bill presented the same way. On the order of eight grand, I think his was.

(Our check was more reasonably priced, although we were presented another table's check at first.)
Saturday, December 11th, 2010 01:02 pm (UTC)
[livejournal.com profile] jadefu and I saw Honey Pig on a tv show this past week, and I love Korean food enough that I immediately looked up which part of "near Atlanta" it's in.

Glad to see a good review. We may have to try it sometime when we're down there. Rural western New England doesn't have much in the way of Korean BBQ.
Saturday, December 11th, 2010 04:43 pm (UTC)
Damn. That had better been good pig.
Saturday, December 11th, 2010 04:47 pm (UTC)
I would have had a heart attack! Six thousand dollars?
Saturday, December 11th, 2010 11:11 pm (UTC)
Oddly enough, there is a Korean restaurant near me that is also named Honey Pig. Or perhaps not oddly, the same way half of all Ethiopian restaurants are named The Blue Nile.

Sunday, December 12th, 2010 11:01 pm (UTC)
Got a bill crossed up with the guy next to ma at the RDU airport bar and grill. Was within a buck so we just looked at each other, shrugged, and headed to our flights.