zenn bites...

the art of eating


dual city sessions: null seemed promising
but turned out rather bleak and empty.
old school was a breath of fresh air though
and i think much can come of it.


we trekked up emily hill thereafter
and feng managed not to faint.
more design fest stuff were exhibiting at white house
so we popped in for some italian design now
and i groped some ass before drinks and yum finger food at wild oats.

dinner at mimigar at the gallery hotel was fantabulous -
the succulent ox tongue was my personal favorite.
laurent, previously known as the chocolate factory,
sucks ass and will forever be boycotted.
places with disgusting service should just close down.

sho-u the night before had good bad-english service
(because we were the only "sweetey" diners there)
but we were so dissatisfied with the food that, after a $169 dinner,
we sat by the "crabtree river"
and shared two large packets of onion rings from burger king
before splurging on a whole lot of food at meidi-ya
for a third dinner back at normanton.

i love food.

i even went on an adventure
and travelled to the armpit of singapore
that is NUS' prince george's residences
just to have lunch with lam:


after which we hung out in his "office",
went a little mad, got caught in cats and dogs,
finally got a cab to town,
gaigai-ed and nicky-ed and starfucked and fenged and soba-ed.
but that's all for another post.

mutton goes "YAY".