There is a lot of Korean barbecue to eat in Los Angeles, and you've probably already decided which restaurant is your favorite. In fact, we think it's high time the city banished any residents who haven't formally declared their go-to galbi spot by now. Nonetheless, any healthy, committed relationship should leave room for experimentation with others. May we suggest — as it's known to those who don't read Korean — “the place with the pig on its sign.” You should know that we recommend Honey Pig not for its dome-shaped grill, nor the fried rice made on it at the end of your meal (composed of leftover barbecue scraps, burnt bits and meat juice residue). We mostly like it for the after-dinner gift, a small pink piggy lighter with the restaurant info printed across his side. When it's lit, twin flames shoot out from each nostril. There is also great sadistic pleasure in refilling wee porky, as the butane tube goes straight up his rectum. 3400 W. Eighth St., Koreatown. (213) 380-0256.

—Noah Galuten

LA Weekly