Many years ago one summer evening in certain city that over looks the Bosphorus Straits, having walked many a yard looking at the sights and sounds I dropped into a bar for nice cold one. A chap sidles up who wants to practice his English, along with three rather well dressed ladies. They sit down and order beer and champagne. It was no more than 5 mins before I ask for MY bill. I cant remember the amount in old Lira but the number went on and on. Turned out to be a nice round figure of US$500. Off to the office I get escorted - searched for a credit card - including shoes but not where the sun don't shine - and escorted by two bouncers to my hotel so as to be able to get cash from the room!!
I didn't pay up as I managed to get to hotel management before entering the elevator. Skeptically they listened to my plight but eventually sided with me and told the bouncers to bugger off.
Oh the hotel itself was great!!