There are a variety of bars here in Korea. You have your traditional beer and whiskey bar, which is the closest to what we imagine as a Western bar. You have HOF's, which I guess would be Korea's equivalent of a bar and grille. And then you have sexy bars. Sexy bars are bars where you can be in the company of fine women...sometimes clothed, sometimes less clothed. You will go into the bar, take a seat and have a woman sit next to you. For a Korean man, she is there to flirt, talk and make you feel like more of a man. For an American who knows 7 Korean words...she is just awkward.
Well...after work the other day, Jacob and I decide to check out a new bar in the neighborhood. We have to keep finding new bars as he has a penchant for shutting down our favorite drinking establishments (as soon as he steps foot into a place it gets shut down and gutted--he was even able to close a new bar we found just by thinking about drinking there). Well, we walk in to this small, back alley bar, completely ignorant to what we were getting ourselves into. There were two posters of nearly naked women on the walls. We enter amidst giggles from the two women who were managing the bar and who spoke absolutely zero English. After ordering some beers, since that is one of the few things we can do in Korean, I notice that the woman has put out 4 glasses. I turn to Jacob and quietly say..."Jacob, I think this is a sexy bar." Jacob turns to the two women, whose combined age was not possibly under 100, and says "no wayy, those are for water." She pours us a beer, looks suspiciously at us for a minute or two and then walks over to where she had been sitting.
Well...we split the 5 beers brought to us and get ready to pay...when we see the check of $55 for 5 beers and a plate of nuts and sliced up American singles. Jacob jumped on the grenade and payed for it, clearly getting assraped on the price. Clearly, the two lovely grandmothers were waiting for an invitation to share our $11 beers and love us up with some 1960's good times. Who knows...women here age well...it's possible they were born during the Korean war...I'll never know.
I'm just hoping Jacob shut this place down.
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Haha, in the only one I've been here they just chat bartender style and casually get themselves drinks from the bar, which end up on your tab.
We have one guy out here who haunts them, and we dropped in, completely unawares, to pick him up on our way to somewhere else. Mike and I grab a beer, ignore the hostesses, hustle him out and loudly mock their outrageous tabs for what they tell us are only two or three beers. Then find out what the place is about, and stop wondering about all the glares that followed us out the door.
But yea, most of the women there were total ajummas. From what I've heard, it's the next step up once a whore makes enough money to get herself out of the game.
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