No one's fat on Fridays

I actually contemplated doing an entry on the relative desirability of bus seats on TIBS normal and bendy buses. But I think I shall write about something happier and more mundane.

To lower expectations I shall first describe our last Friday evening at Cineleisure. We ate at the bistro that occupies the spot that interdicts traffic on the second floor. Without exaggeration it must have been the single worst dining experience of my life.

Stringy, rubbery, dry, MSGed spaghetti. Asked three different waiters to serve the fucking single scoop ice cream, to no avail. Squeezy seats. Bill was served promptly when asked, though. Before we finished the ice cream and after we paid, we were asked whether we paid for our meal. When exiting, waiter at door and manager stared blankly at us and never said a word of thanks or invited us to come again. I think it was no coincidence that the manger was yalamic.

Which was just as well. We are not going back. If you still decide to go there after reading this you deserve everything that will be inflicted on you.

Well, the Clark Quay Indochine was a completely different story. In fact it was a completely different book in a different language from a different country. Classy and expensive looking entrance. Chic cards. Pub and restaurant properly segregated, each section tastefully and appropriately decorated. Staff was helpful, but not obtrusive. Special mention for cutely dimpled waitress. Food was excellent. Generally mainstream dishes, but thoughtfully prepared and presented. Very nice ambience, very classy. It is good for dates and general posh dinners, caters wines and various tobacco based substances if you are into that kind of thing. Bill was dear but well worth it.

Well done us!