I dunno what to put as header. I wanna put an obscenity but it won't justify my meeting with lovely Debs, my dear friend whom I haven't met for the longest time. And I thought I won't be blogging for the day anymore but hell, I won't. I can't!
So I should be blogging about happy thoughts, happy meet-up session, happy meal, right? NO, again I can't.
I was just led into a BIG SWINDLE. With stairs spiralling down to an European eatery (can't even remember its name...maybe it's Le What-The-Fuck. Whatever!), it starts interestingly enough. Debs said her friend told her local food was actually served as well but there was none on the menu. The waitress clad in a low-waisted denim skirt (gee, I think they all were! A different version of Hooters?), seemingly more interested in looking at herself than serving others (I saw her glance a few times at herself in the big mirror behind me) took our orders.
Debs: I heard you serve local food.
Waitress (with a whatever facial expression, whatever body language): Yes.
Debs: But I dun see them on the menu!
Waitress: You can just order.
Debs(ever so patient still): How would I know what you have?
Waitress: Hor fun, fried rice,....
Debs: Oh OK, what do you put in them? Like seafood.....?*probing on*
Waitress: Anything.
Me: *very amused now*
Debs: So it's like one's own concoction. Interesting. I'll have...........
So anyway, our 2 small plates of hor fun came, with 1 plate of otah (6 small pieces) ...which they recommended.
1.5 hours later, the bill came. $46.23. I AM FUCKING REELING FROM SHOCK OK! I gave my credit card to the waitress with aplomb (perhaps cos Debs was 4 months pregnant, looking oh-so-cute-and-sweet-and-serene in her current working attire and condition)...but the minute we parted, I think I must have cursed 10,000 times consecutively.
So here I am, immersed with regret and anger. Anger cos it marred the otherwise-memorable meet-up with Debs. :( Till Dec when she returns to Singapore for good....
2 comments:
That's the pitfall of eating local fare at high-crass restaurants. They charge you insidiously for the aircon, the candlelight, the painting on the wall, tap water (!) and possibly the staff's new high-cut, low-waist miniskirts.
You should always check prices before you order (especially when items are not on the menu), like at your friendly neighbourhood kopitiam zi-char stall, at which you could eat the same meal 6-7 times over.
Where is this wretched place anyway?
Let you know when my credit card bill arrives! *grrr!!!*
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