I swear this isn't going to turn into a food blog :)
Seems like one of his trusted Calvinettes, the one they call Solicitor Sally, planned to throw a farewell lunch for him. A carnivorous craving for lamb and mutton led the gang to a Chinese Muslim restaurant reminiscent of Silk Road fantasies. Think Moorish arches, beautifully tiled courtyards and delicate Muslim calligraphy. However we seemed to have stumbled onto a desert mirage as well since none of the waiters ( well they only had a sole waiter for some odd reason, perhaps there was an unseasonable strike ) seemed to take notice of us, fading in and out of the idyllic scene without noting our presence.
Though I'm sure Solicitor Sally fumed ( possibly drafting a scathing letter to the beleaguered manager as we speak ), I found the experience amusing to say the least. Dishes were flying all around us - leaving us hopelessly salivating - and yet none seemed to land on our table :)
Has our lunch arrived yet...
Then of course to balance our unusual lunch experience, the Gods of Fine Dining saw fit to point us on the way to dimsum in the evening. Over here, most people would associate the trendy Starhill Gallery with overly priced frou frou foods.
I found them overly generous instead :)
Since both Calvin and I had missed our regular weekend dose of
Paul : Umm.. Did I order this?
Calvin : No, I don't eat prawns.
Paul : Where did this come from?
Calvin : Who knows.
Paul : Hmm.. more for me then. Perhaps a bonus? Buy one free one?
And yet again, they sent us an extra canister of har gau. Followed by an extra helping of dessert. By then I was seriously astonished at our good fortune - and getting a little bit worried about the bill.
Did I sleep with the chef before or what?
But when it was time to pay the piper, none of the extra dishes were there. Seemed like the dim sum had all gone into hiding. To tell or not to tell, that was the question. :) I'll let you figure that out on your own ( though I certainly wasn't gonna argue with the bountiful blessings of the God of Fine Dining ) but you can be sure I'll pay a visit to the overly generous teahouse again. Talk about gaining an instant fan.