The restaurant was quite nice, I thought, in case any of you is interested, it’s at Maritime House at Everton Park. (At where?? And at what park???, you ask? Serve you right for not frequenting such a wonderful place as Chinatown. It’s near sgh lar, well, actually it’s not very near on foot: make a right turn from sgh and head towards the Police Headquarters and walk and walk and walk for 15min. Oh, btw, there’s free parking after 6)
The restaurant, being so ulu, does not really have a lot of customers, so it has a quiet, romantic ambience which immediately reminded us of the Tuscany dinner in Florence. “All that is lacking is the music and the friendly waiter”, Sm said. “And the wine!!”, add I, grinning at Zh, and we both ‘awww’ed in fond remembrance of the Tuscany wine. But the manager was really friendly and came over to recommend us some of the specials, even though we were behaving like a bunch of rowdy kids. Or maybe not, I keep forgetting we’re old, plus we were wearing formal. So maybe he was under the misguided impression that we’re quite rich. The service was pretty good too, and even though we sat there for 4 hrs making A LOT of noise and thereby ruining the aforementioned nice ambience, the waiters still continued to serve us water and didn’t chase us out. Actually, one of the waiters seem to want to pay abit too much attention to Gh, or should I say, a particular part of Gh, in a scene involving an accidental knock, a steaming hot plate of carrots and some serviettes (yes, let your imagination run wild peeps, it IS what you’re imagining).
That traumatic incident aside, the dinner itself was great. There was a buffet salad bar so of course I was very happy, and we all had the lobster sets which was quite alright and the whole meal cost about 20 plus each so it was very worth it. And I really really enjoyed the company.
Then it was time for P’s present presentation ceremony. It has always been our custom to bring our cameras whenever we’re celebrating one of our birthdays and when it’s time for the special moment, be it present presentation or standing-on-a-chair moment, we would all whip out our cameras and snap a gazillion photos, leaving the birthday person, posing for quite some time in front of everyone and holding the present, say a bikini for example, feeling like a very foolish and embarrassed celebrity. And this time, even Gh brought his camera! (So proud of you, gh, you really have become our jie mei)
To think he even chose the present leh! We all had the same reaction when we found out that Gh volunteered to come with us to shop for P’s present: shocked look + shrill screech of “GH is shopping for JEWELRY????????????”. Turned out that we unwittingly conned him into coming along, there was some miscommunication somewhere and by the time he found out that P wanted jewelry, it was too late he was already there. So anyway, after he pointed out a couple of evil-looking spiky pendants and earrings, we pretty much ignored his opinion until at the crucial moment when we were deciding between our two final selections: two similar sets but one is of a lighter shade of orange. He said in a knowledgeable manner, “I think the lighter one would look better on P’s skin tone”. There was a slight pause when the rest of us looked at each other doubtfully and after experimenting on a patch on Gh’s arm, we concurred that he’s right! And we all expressed our amazement and wonder at his girly smarts. Wow, I reflected to myself, you think you know someone and that person goes and does something that change your entire opinion of them. (I remember I had a similar epiphany in Europe when Sm started doing her “der-dum der-dum” thing, come to think of it, I quite missed it leh!)
Anyway, I hope you liked our present, P.
We took quite a lot of incriminating photos but I thought I’d just put these up, taken from Gh’s camera.
And even though our birthday girl is looking very lovely, let me please direct your attention to the ‘action’ going on in the background.
close
closer
and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sigh.. only Gh can take photos like that.
In a bid to prove his innocence, I shall say that he didn’t do it on purpose, that it was just an incidental finding.
Or so he claims.
Btw, if you’re ever going there, please do not try the chocolate ice-cream there. It’s not chocolate ice-cream, it just looks like choc and is called choc but is in actual fact, honeydew ice-cream. (I went there again the other day and purposely ordered the chocolate ice-cream to see, and it still tasted like honeydew!)
Well, now that I’ve mentioned it, I’m sure you’ll all order the choc ice-cream just out of curiosity, right?
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