THIS is Nottingham's second Korean restaurant in a few months. We are talking South Korea, by the way, not that portion, north of the 38th Parallel, run by the fun dude with the wacky haircut.
Like Pan Asia BBQ in nearby Upper Parliament Street, the selling point is the grill that is sunk into the centre of every table. The idea is that you cook your own luncheon or dinner – but why would I do that? That's what I do at home.
With capable customer-chefs at the table, the gimmick adds to the dining room the exotic aromas of an eastern kitchen. Thanks to the cack-handed customer across the aisle from me, we got the aromas of an incinerator.
I stuck to the set luncheon menu but 40 minutes after placing a pretty straightforward order I began to regret not having brought my own spatula, tongs, fire extinguisher and burns kit.
Eventually the most charming waitress produced the goods with a disarming apology about a problem with the kitchen equipment.
It was eloquently done, which was surprising as earlier she had asked me to give her my order using the code numbers for each dish rather than the names.
I thought about K2, but it was too much of a mountain to climb. So I went for K3 – miso soup and chicken steak bab. That's bab, by the way, not kebab.
When the meal eventually came – both dishes simultaneously, which is how things are done east of the Raj – it was of a perfectly acceptable standard.
Let's be frank, it's hard to have a lot of fun with miso soup. This was about as close as it gets, with the thin, grey daishi broth enlivened by green leaves, spring onions, cubes of tofu and lots of those delicate little enoki mushrooms. Quite refreshing, in an "umami" sort of way.
The bab was basically a flattened chicken breast, breadcrumbed and fried, cut into strips and served on a bed of lettuce with a smear of really lovely dark sauce. It was the same colour and texture as hoisin, but not as sickly.
On the side was a ball of rice. I was working not with western eating irons but chopsticks – and silver ones, at that – so I was happy to discover that the rice was properly sticky. When you've been waiting for 40 minutes, there are not enough hours left in the day to be lifting fluffy rice grains with chopsticks.
I thought £8.50 for the food was exceptional value, although you don't have to slum it at Miss Korea. On the drinks menu I caught sight of Dom Perignon at £199. Next time, perhaps.