This late in the game, Slavko has sampled his fair share of Asian cuisine; including Japanese bento, Korean barbecue, and Thai noodles prepared tableside. But he’s never experienced the International District’s late night dining scene.Come last call, Asian clubgoers looking to soak up the alcohol coursing through their blood head to the neighborhood. Its Chinese restaurants for greasy Chinese restaurants like Purple Dot, Honey Court, Jade Garden, and Sea Garden stay open until the wee hours of the morning, serving greasy plates of chow mein and deep-fried meat. Slavko was unaware of this. After a night out, he begs his designated driver to make a detour at the Jack in the Box drive-thru. If they refuse, he buys a sandwich at QFC or orders a pizza.Last weekend provided the perfect opportunity to do otherwise. “I’m hungry,” he wailed as he walked out a bar in Belltown He was about to make a beeline for the hot dog stand when I hailed a cab. “Honey Court Seafood Restaurant,” I told the driver.”Are they even open?” Slavko asked incredulously. The answer was obvious upon our arrival. Honey Court was packed with people still dressed in clubbing gear; some drained from dancing and slumped over their food, others loudly laughing and exposing mouthfuls of noodles. The entire neighborhood was livelier at 2 a.m. than Slavko had every seen it during the day.We stuck to simple stuff; General Tso’s chicken, chicken chow mein, and white rice. “Is that going to be enough food?” he asked worriedly. I explained that all the dishes were served family-style and that we would be fine.When the food arrived just five minutes later, his eyes grew round. “How could I not know about this?” he wondered aloud, referring to entire experience. He shoveled the gleaming noodles and sweet-spicy meat onto his plate. Then, pleased with himself, he announced “I’m Serbian, I’m drunk, and I can still use chopsticks!” He could, sort of. The noodles were easy for him to grasp but he was at a loss when it came to the rice kernels. He surveyed the room and then shared his new-found insight with me, “Do you know why you guys [Asians] are all skinny? It’s because you use chopsticks. You have to eat slow and you get less food in your mouth.”Nevertheless, he managed to clean his plate and help himself to seconds. And thirds. He hadn’t looked at the menu himself when I’d ordered and when the bill came, he was pleasantly surprised.”A Chinese buffet for $20!” he marveled. We paid, exited, and stood in the parking lot to wait for a cab when we saw a person hiding in the shadows and smoking out of a crack pipe. “Wow, I’ve never actually seen someone do that outside of a movie,” Slavko remarked. Then, he turned to me and enthused, “My first crackhead and a $20 Chinese buffet – now that’s an exciting end to a Saturday night.”