No Cost Dining
The night started out simply. The couple's low cost night started with a bus ride into Little China with a driver that had been in the business so long he could hardly care about the passengers any more.
One partner quipped, " He reminds me of those skaters that have 'Like my skateboarding? Phone 1800-EAT-S*#T' written on them." He made a point of not making this comment too loud, fully aware that a dose of attitude from the bus passengers could well mean the passengers may not make it to their destination in one piece.
Still, 3 dollars and twenty minutes later, they made it to the foodie spot.
They had heard about this joint through the free street press, saying its the best alternative to the big time restaurants where you can still get a meal for under ten bucks. After a thorough analysis of the menu displayed out the front, where the prices were in bigger font than the names of the dishes, the two agreed.
They sat out the front with the coffee and cigarette sippers and ordered a nice'n'cheap bottle of red. As the mood and the sun settled in for the night, the waiter was called for two servings of the lobster laksa.
Having waited and then thoughtfully consumed the highly slurpable mess of chopsticks and lobster tail, the couple eased back into their seats to polish off the red wine that had started the night so well.
As the kitchen could be seen as furiously flaming away from their outpost, there was a sudden breaking of glass, which turned out to be the light bulb above a flaming wok in the kitchen spontaneously creating a massive electrical explosion that had children and chopsticks flying out of the restaurant at all angles.
Completely obliterated, the couple could do nothing but walk away from the restaurant as the fire engine came through, thinking they had enough excitement for the night.
They didn't get the bill, although it was a close call with one of the chopsticks having skewered through the girl's hair. A souvenir from a night that ended as it started, on the same bus that had taken them there.
One partner quipped, " He reminds me of those skaters that have 'Like my skateboarding? Phone 1800-EAT-S*#T' written on them." He made a point of not making this comment too loud, fully aware that a dose of attitude from the bus passengers could well mean the passengers may not make it to their destination in one piece.
Still, 3 dollars and twenty minutes later, they made it to the foodie spot.
They had heard about this joint through the free street press, saying its the best alternative to the big time restaurants where you can still get a meal for under ten bucks. After a thorough analysis of the menu displayed out the front, where the prices were in bigger font than the names of the dishes, the two agreed.
They sat out the front with the coffee and cigarette sippers and ordered a nice'n'cheap bottle of red. As the mood and the sun settled in for the night, the waiter was called for two servings of the lobster laksa.
Having waited and then thoughtfully consumed the highly slurpable mess of chopsticks and lobster tail, the couple eased back into their seats to polish off the red wine that had started the night so well.
As the kitchen could be seen as furiously flaming away from their outpost, there was a sudden breaking of glass, which turned out to be the light bulb above a flaming wok in the kitchen spontaneously creating a massive electrical explosion that had children and chopsticks flying out of the restaurant at all angles.
Completely obliterated, the couple could do nothing but walk away from the restaurant as the fire engine came through, thinking they had enough excitement for the night.
They didn't get the bill, although it was a close call with one of the chopsticks having skewered through the girl's hair. A souvenir from a night that ended as it started, on the same bus that had taken them there.
