Koba, Rathbone Street

Vaginismus. That was the theme of the night. Look it up like we had to.

The evening began, as is now traditional, with pre-dinner drinks in the delightful Bricklayer's Arms noff Rathbone Place but we were soon off to the restaurant. Koba is a Korean BBQ restaurant - one of these places with a burner in the centre of the table on which the food is cooked in front of you. We were:

James
Laura
Linz
Pete
Vicki

We chose this restaurant on a vote. It was between Koba and Inamo and Manpreet weighed in with the deciding vote. And then had to bail because Nasty Nick was demanding a rewrite. Or something.

For starters we went for a mix and match exercise with plenty of sharing afoot. Korean oancakes, beef, king prawns and chicken. So nothing spectacularly interesting but it was all perfectly pleasant. Linz turned up about half way through and was left with a couple of chicken balls. Despite a grand boast that she "can use chopsticks" she promptly spilled a ball all over the table. If I was an internet teen punk I would, at this point, say something like "Most Epic Fail Evar".

By the way, when we asked the waiter what "Korean Style" was his helpful reply was "with vegetables". If that's true then Andy, Will and Becca eat Korean style pretty much every night.

Onto the main course. Again, it was a good thing we opted to order a mix of stuff and then share because while the courses all came out together, they were, of course, raw. The waiter proceeded to cook each dish, one at a time, on the BBQ thingamybob in the centre of our table. So if you're going, don't order unles you plan to share. Especially if you order the pork belly like Vicki did - severely fatty. Like the fattiest bacon this side of America. Apart from pork belly we had a few beef dishes (some better than others) and a wicked chicken dish to finish the meal off. Again, it's nowt special but value for money is decent and we were entertained by a group of stereotypical far east businessmen laughing it up on the table behind us. The evening was finished in style as for the first time ever James' birthday scam worked. Although it doesn't really count because it was virtually Linz's birthday. Happy birthday Linz! As a gift I will drop my breach of copyright lawsuit against Lunchclub. The restaurant brought out a little cake for Linz (tea flavoured!!) and gave her a gift of a "multitool" which could act as a letter opener, hair pin or bookmark. It had a good weight to it I noted.