

The mental atelier of a trapped little duckling with ruffled fluff, in a vain pursuit to fit gracefully into the framed schema of the norm and all... trying to keep the poise, whilst paddling ferociously under the calm waters... hoping one day to turn into the collected and assured swan....
At first fascinated at being allowed to order a kid's set meal, but as I chomp on the dried beef patties in the burger, I started drooling over the fancy shepherd's pies that sat neatly at the counter display... LMMM's ham-wrapped-in-chicken-topped-with-cheese (whatever you call that) looked great too.
Ah well, that's life - Whatever you order just won't seem as great as someone else's.
(Eversince Yin's query, I have been wondering why the nick for S is worth a "muahaha..".... anyway, it will henceforth be changed to LMMM. Looks longer and less stingy than a single character... and he cannot even really figure out how to remember what that means... keke...)
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Scallops topped with prawns, and smoked salmon topped with cavier
The pros made it more palatable looking indeed. I loved the prawns & scallops... and the drips of rich balsamic vinegar that goes with the greens. Smoked salmon and the cavier was a tad too salty though.
For the mains, we ordered Al fungi linguine that S thinks looked like chinese noodles on the photo... yea... blame the incompetent photographer and her phone again..
The color looked off indeed for it was not exactly the usual tomato based gravy you normally have on your pasta. This one has a little buttery goo kinda texture with a little spicy, but nothing overpowering. Just lacking in the tomato flavor.
Star of the night was the dessert. Since this is our first visit, and we are unfamilar with what's best, we went for the cannot-go-wrong choice: warm chocolate cake with ice-cream.
The cake was warm and heavenly, the vanilla ice-cream cutely sitting on a little round dish goes perfectly well with the chocolate. We cleaned off the plate in matter of minutes. Lingering, we observed that the crowd is made up of couples seeking their romantic whiles under the velvety dark, and a number of yuppies chilling out over bottles of wine.
The casual tranquaility made the dinner experiential, and have me appreciate the food and the company better. An after-dinner walk around the area (didn't wander off too far though, cos scarey cat is not too comfy with places that are too dark & deserted) , and subsequent drive down the hill ends the evening on an awesome note.
Might be nice to have dinner against the setting sun. Guess I can do this another time... earlier...
Address: Labrador Park 1019, Labrador Villa Road, Carpark A, Singapore
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It sounds amusing, but the thought of a fungus feast seemed to excite her much. While I'd thought I would enter to do a 9.8 set meal (meaning set lunch meal costing $9.80+++) as advertised on the bill-board, and resoluted not to over-eat, we ended up succumbing to the lead's recommendation for a hotpot set, said to be their best known.
We started the meal off sipping mug of tea whilst waiting for the soup to simmer...
As we chatted & the soup on the hot pot starts to boil, the waitress came with the assortment of fungii - the main show of the meal:
There's from the top right, the flimsy black-fungus looking (ermm.. yah hor.. they are fungii to start with... but I am not food blogger... not too sure how to describe that....), the "oyster mushroom", the liver looking mushroom (that makes me wonder if Audrey II in little shop of horror will look like that if cut up), and the left overs of the heavenly mushroom sashimi (that's probably too saintly, they reflected all the light).
On the same tray was a stop watch that will do a 7-minutes count down as the dishes are thrown one after another into the hotpot. As this is being done, the waitress explained that the fungus have to be thoroughly cooked before they can be eaten. I reckoned so too. Leaving spores to germinate in the body sure is not right.
It's not all greens & browns though. There's also protein supplement in some thinly sliced beef and chicken. Overall, the meal seemed pretty wholesome. There's no feeling of having sinned in gluttony even after cleaning off the whole big pot, and that is without sparing a pretty little dessert to end off the meal.
We sat through till the shop closes for the afternoon at 3pm. That's when we realised we were the only customers left, and the lead politely asked if we'd want the bill.
The Bill:
$26.80 per pax (cheapest of the three sets they have on the menu). However, there was a 10% discount stated on the bill (S said it might be cos of some HSBC dining privileges, but I think it is cos the lead knows that was our first visit. In any case, a discount is always good news.) There's 10% + 5% charge & tax for the meal.
The Ambience:
Chinese restaurant with tasteful Family setting. Can be good for business too.
The Service:
The lead was pretty chatty, and has got this pair of electrifying eyes. The other waitress and waiters are mainlanders who are pretty obliging to our multiple curious questions.
Address: 87 Serangoon Garden Way S(555983)
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In view of the May-day holiday today, we decided to chill out at Lower Pierce Reservior on Monday evening after a tired day at work. While at the carpark, I suddenly looked up and saw the trees and branches hovering above us forming an art web across the skies that seemed to depict my feelings then - whatever it is...
Against the setting sun, the green leaves and branches looked like burnt twigs and chaff. There seemed to have a dose of dreadly malancholy. Staring at the scene instilled some kind of serenity, yet such a web seems to hold within it, a dash of grim. Yea... it's inexplainable....
Over the last months, I have been in an out-of sort mode. "Out"... as in..... I also dunno.... it's some inexplicable chagrin...
Patience worn thin. Level of irritability shot beyond the mercury measure. Productivity seemed to have gone awry, and energy sapped beyond whatever much I reckon I still contain. Everyday is a tired day.
Once, it's mind over the body, now, everything seemed to have gone amok. The mallard feels like stopping the paddle. Utterly disrupted life.
Perhaps it's time for a time-out....