Thursday, November 10, 2005
Frugged
(New Word.) Adj. eg, This ice cream is frugged -
tastes of refrigerator.
Things rapidly went downhill two nights back at Forbidden city, the
second the waitress walked us outside to the open air (smokers
section) balcony to seat us... at ten in the evening, long past the
last seating, when three quarters of the tables had emptied out. It
took for a point-blank request to move back in for us to be relocated.
And then there were the desserts we ordered, which didn't live up to
the promises delivered on the menu at all. DIY dessert is not
something a supposedly fancy restaurant should serve up.
It was really all rather shabby - even the establishment itself seemed
run down. The mens toilet had paint worn off the door handles, and
even the walls in patches.
I came dangerously close to losing my temper (rare) after having a
taste of my dinner companion's sesame ice cream (which she said tasted
of refrigerator)....
It was quite simply frugged.
It didn't just taste of freezer; it tasted of defrosted freezer the
day after all that horrible mould and fungus takes root. It tasted of
rank, dank stomach-churning odours from the pit.
I raised a complaint, and the waitress promptly, without even trying a
sample (despite my invitations) proceeded to patronise us with
"this is how it is supposed to taste, sesame ice cream is an
acquired taste."
Pause. Reign in desire to begin reply with "young lady..."
Anyhow, she backpeddled afterwards, and the nasty DIY fungus culture
was exempt from charge. But really, all it would have taken to repair
the situation would have been a masterful touch of class, of an
attempt to persuade the customer that the server was on their
side..... let me taste that, oh dear, yes, quite I see your point, we
shall have the situation rectified?
*****
Modern Women
He raised an eyebrow when the message came in. If they (cf steak
sandwiches at Morton's which he had been rhapsodizing about) are
really that nice, then your treat; name a date and time.
Wah, the modern woman doesn't just pick up on a hint, she picks up
before the hint.
He smiled.
*****
Fatigue... it was fatigue.
Adrenaline high cancelled thanks to unscheduled return to OT
Grand Ward Round the next morning -- haven't read up yet leh. Die liao.
And simple exhaustion
tastes of refrigerator.
Things rapidly went downhill two nights back at Forbidden city, the
second the waitress walked us outside to the open air (smokers
section) balcony to seat us... at ten in the evening, long past the
last seating, when three quarters of the tables had emptied out. It
took for a point-blank request to move back in for us to be relocated.
And then there were the desserts we ordered, which didn't live up to
the promises delivered on the menu at all. DIY dessert is not
something a supposedly fancy restaurant should serve up.
It was really all rather shabby - even the establishment itself seemed
run down. The mens toilet had paint worn off the door handles, and
even the walls in patches.
I came dangerously close to losing my temper (rare) after having a
taste of my dinner companion's sesame ice cream (which she said tasted
of refrigerator)....
It was quite simply frugged.
It didn't just taste of freezer; it tasted of defrosted freezer the
day after all that horrible mould and fungus takes root. It tasted of
rank, dank stomach-churning odours from the pit.
I raised a complaint, and the waitress promptly, without even trying a
sample (despite my invitations) proceeded to patronise us with
"this is how it is supposed to taste, sesame ice cream is an
acquired taste."
Pause. Reign in desire to begin reply with "young lady..."
Anyhow, she backpeddled afterwards, and the nasty DIY fungus culture
was exempt from charge. But really, all it would have taken to repair
the situation would have been a masterful touch of class, of an
attempt to persuade the customer that the server was on their
side..... let me taste that, oh dear, yes, quite I see your point, we
shall have the situation rectified?
*****
Modern Women
He raised an eyebrow when the message came in. If they (cf steak
sandwiches at Morton's which he had been rhapsodizing about) are
really that nice, then your treat; name a date and time.
Wah, the modern woman doesn't just pick up on a hint, she picks up
before the hint.
He smiled.
*****
Fatigue... it was fatigue.
Adrenaline high cancelled thanks to unscheduled return to OT
Grand Ward Round the next morning -- haven't read up yet leh. Die liao.
And simple exhaustion
