The City Never Sleeps

A dinner to The French Stall is something the role Audrey Tautou acted in Hors Dex Prix would never go for. But to someone who is a stranger to the world of the fine dining cuisine and someone who craves for the taste of France, The French Stall is the starting point for every Singaporean who wants a slice of France.

7pm, Plaza Singapura.

Lawrence and i met each other, before we decided we should head down to The French Stall, located at Little India by taking the free SMRT shuttle Bus.

8pm, Dhoby Ghaut MRT Station

Where is Jess??

8.20pm, Farrer Park MRT Station

Lost in translation. 2 men trapped in nowhere around Mustafa Centre. A woman had no clue where she is arrives the train station.

8.30pm, 150M away from Farrer Park MRT Stn, 50m from The French Stall.

Lawrence went to pick Jess up, while i made reservations for a table for 3 at the stall. Am fighting with the Frenchs for the menu.

8.40pm, The French Stall.

Jess and Lawrence reached the pre-war shop house, and waiting for the kind hostness to lead us to a table for 3.

8.45pm, The French Stall.

Flipping thru the menu, and we were introduced to Cauliflower Soup, which was the soup of the day.

And the rest follows...

Eh...from left clockwise: garlic bread, deep fried chicken leg with potato pie and porkchop with baked layered potato, fries and garlic bread plus cauliflower soup...

And after the meal...

Giant profitorale with vanilla ice cream drenched with hot chocolate sauce and home made tiramisu. Utterly sinful, but not eating something made in heaven is equally sinful as well. Hee...

TBC...

OK, i must say (or admit, more rather) that i didn't look forward to my 22nd birthday.

The tagline of Quinceanera says: Fifteen is not so sweet.

Veinte dos años de viejo no son tan dulces.

As time move on, i am moving towards my 23rd birthday, which makes me wonder: should i look forward to it? (Anyway, i will be busy with NDP 08 preparation next year.)

Get myself the 1st few pairs of contact lenses, and i do feel different. How different? Just that i am seeing things clearer, but i do not need a spectacle. Sometimes, i really afraid that the lenses might just glued to the eye cornea (and this happens to a lady in Taiwan after wearing some cheap coloured contact lenses for more than 14 hours.) when i had some difficulty removing the lenses.

The fear that accompanies the increasing of age has come. I always lament to my warrant officer and sergeant major that i am old. They rebutted: if i am old, then what are they?

And there are moments i feel that as i age, i tend to share views that are very very different from my peers. Imagine i am talking to my colleagues on Tsai Ming Liang's view of movies...

Me: Tsai said in his seminar that he was watching Blood Diamond on the plane, and he almost feel like puking after watching it.
Colleague: I am going to puke if i watch his film. Does he think that he direct a very good movie? And does many think that they understand and love his film?
Me: .........

That makes me so out and different from my peers. I remember when everybody is flocking to theatres seeing Jackie Chan VS Daniel Wu in New Police Story in 2004, i choose to see Penelope Cruz and Sergio Castello finding solace with each other in Non Ti Muovere, an Italian drama. While my platoon mate said how exciting Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift are, i opt for U-Carmen eKhayelitsha at The Picturehouse, an African adaptation of Carmen the musical. While Clarence finds Desperate Housewifes okay to him, i prefer Sex and the City. While CSI is the main choice of an hour of suspense weekly, i go for the re-run of David Lynch's Twin Peaks.

Mabey i am getting out of place from this society soon. : (