It certainly wasn’t a place I would go to on my own.
Chungking Mansions was certainly not for the faint hearted. From the outside it looked like an rickety, overlighted building with many South Asians (Indians, Sri Lankans and similar) loitering around. Once you approach the building, endless leaflets advertising everything from food to clothes are stuffed into your hands.
It wouldn’t be that bad if these vendors didn’t start to surround you and shouted unsolicited offers, from food to suits to everything imaginable under the sun, in your face. It was worse than my experience with the insufferable touts at the Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar.
Under so under considerable duress my friends and I made a choice for a dinner place (somewhat random, but hey when in doubt, just close your eyes and jab, hehe) and made our way to the third floor of Chungking Mansions, where The Delhi Club was at.
The exterior of the restaurant was, like the rest of the building, plainly deceiving. Just a nondescript door that would be otherwise mistaken as the entry to someone’s house, if not for the posters decorating the wall outside. The overenthusiastic Indian proprietor of the place welcomed us in and soon we were seated somewhat comfortably in the deep cavern of the restaurant.
After debating the pros and cons of Indian cuisine to the best of our limited knowledge (there were two Malaysians in the group but that didn’t add on much to our culinary advantage), we took a collective breathe and ordered… randomly.
It was certainly a random kind of night ;)
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If you have set sail for Macau from Shun Tak Ferry Terminal, one of the two in Hong Kong with ferry service to the land of
casino fortune, chances are you would have noticed this char chan teng, which seems a little different from all the other that you may have encountered before.
Florinda Cafe Macau Restaurant (澳門茶餐廳) is somewhat a teaser of what awaits you at the end of your 45 minutes journey by sea… no, it’s not the casino; do you mind! But of its food.
After all, this eatery, which can seat some 140 patrons comfortably, offers a wide selection of Macanese and Portuguese fare in a char chan teng setting. I was in the mall one Sunday looking for a photo shop in frustration (it’s a short story too boring to be told here, even as a P.S.), and as it was about brunch time, I decided to regroup my down spirit and have a bite.
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It was the end of a long week. My mind was focused resolutely on one thing – beer. A pint of foaming beer in a chilled glass, sipped slowly with my eyes closed.
So as I ascend to the second floor where Solo Indonesian Restaurant is located at, to join my friends for a birthday dinner, you can say my mind was a little disengaged from my surroundings.
Which happens more often than you think.
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Indulge me in this.
It was a quiet afternoon, and you were meeting someone new. Someone you do not know much about, and spoken to only once or twice before. You were meeting up because both of you are craving for companionship, and… to be perfectly honest, you were slightly more than intrigued by this new persona who was, at that moment, a blank canvass to you.
What is the socially acceptable (read: not making yourself to be a complete dork in the process) thing to do in such a situation?
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