Friday, 7 September 2012

Private Affairs = Maybe not so PRIVATE after all

Hello Mother Earth,


I am INVISIBLE... 


NOT... 


NOT REALLY... 


To be honest, NOT AT ALL.


For these few weeks have been a roller coastal ride and yet a humbling experience.

To begin, this IT F.I.T boy was pulled over at a "HOLY" police stop on one of those rare night whenI was painting the town red with my homeies and just letting my hair down. 

I was pulled over, asked to come to get down from my car, and ask to "BLOW".

For the records, this was the third time ever that I was asked to BLOW, but the previous two times, I passed, or just barely.

However this time, the display came out RED with the Big "F"ailed.

STUNNED, CONFUSED, LOST

So I was invited for coffee to the nearby friendly neighbor police station... : (

An invitation that I could not refused or did not have the option to.

Upon our GRAND entrance, we were like treated like VIP, for we have policemen as bodyguards  and lots of gate nothing less than HARD steel gate to enter.

I like to call it a "GATE of NO RETURN"

Other than that, I personally have never felt so protected before, but would rather not have this experience ever again.

By the time, we finish blowing again and have they taken all our personal belongings except the shirt, pants, boxers, socks & shoe, and FYI, they do also take your pants belt if any... 

It was an exhausting exercise and must have been 4 to 5 a.m. but that's not the end, to get out, one will need a person to come by to bail me out, and being in so much trouble already, I didn't want to wake up anyone to bail me out, especially my missy who is sounded asleep like a baby as always.

p.s. She thought I have drunk too much and fell asleep in the car like the other time. 

So, to suck it up and being the MAN or the MOUSE, I decided against calling anyone even my closest bitches, thus have to spend some too many hours in the lock up and boy, I tell you it was not a pleasant experience at all.

For I felt so "BIG" and helpless and cannot imagine sitting behind bar without losing my integrity or morality. 

So the million dollar questions is whether I would dare bend the law again? 

!!! NEVER AGAIN !!!

For I realized, how bad I am to take instructions from people except my Missy.

This song would probably be best to describe how I feel now, with the "D" day schedule for 20 September.

Pray for moi and wish me Luck, won't you.


On a happier note, so missy and me were at PRIVATE Affairs for our fine dining.

To begin with, parking your vehicle is a MAJOR challenge and the restaurant didn't even have valet services at all, however on a positive note, I probably would not have that problem very soon at least for some months.

So after 30 minutes of looking for a parking lot, we finally arrived at

PA = Public Affairs ?

Secondly, the place which was not so private after all and I can hear my fellow diner chewing away, and if the owner is reading this, maybe they should consider calling it PUBLIC Affair instead as I have suggested.

WooHoo, I can see what you are eating and hear what you gossiping about !!!

After another 5 minutes upon placing our order, which is not so bad, our first dish came...
When butter meets bread

The bread was soft, hot and crisp, and butter melts like "butter".


This is a FISH

To be more accurate, this is Japanese Sashimi, and I applaud the owners' innovative and probably bold approach to use this as their entrée.

It was freshly dead, and unfortunately does not melt easily in the mouth and for that reason not one of my favourite of the night but it definitely caught me off guard. 

Hokkien Mee?

Oh okay, it is Capellini pasta with scallop.

Its does look as good as it taste and it is finger leaking G@@D.

Egg, Mushroom and Fole Gras

First time ever, have I seen this combo.

I was puzzled, lost and confuse but having broken the egg, and looking past the mushroom, and smelling the fole gras, it actually tasted very good and each of these ingredient seems to comprehend each other very well, a little too well, like long lost friends/lovers.

Fish AGAIN !@!@!##!@!#

The owner must have love fish a lot too much.

After finishing sashimi, we have seabass, and if you are fish lover, I reckon this place may be ideal for you.

I am not a big fan of FISH if you are wondering.

But this Seabass can do, but I love the curry mustard sabayon on the side better if you ask me.

Don't worry, we didn't just stop at FISH, that would have been such a LOW point to call it quits.

We have dessert too.

Odd NUT out

We ordered cheese platter and in the middle of no where, a NUT was there.

What a party crasher, but we took it as one of our own and it ended up in our stomach before you can say "HELLO".

Why did the ICECREAM cross to the other side of the bowl???

Like all good couple, we need to end on a sweet sweet note, so we also have ice cream and cakes.

The ice cream looked lost and the cake on the other side, looked desperate, so we did the honor and married them on the spot, as Mr. & Mrs. Ice-Cream Cake.

Hello?

Private Affairs

A Modern European Restaurant & Bar???

Mmm...

Are you serious?

Which part of your menu is Modern European?

It should be called Fusion European or Asian something, in my view.

Maybe the owner was just confused
 
Yes, I FORGIVE YOU, like how I hope the judge will FORGIVE ME too

  




Verdict Out of Five (5*):
  1. Quality of Food: 4.0 (Good ingredient and end product)
  2. Ambiances: 2.0 (Given that we pay upmarket price, we expect upmarket standard? NO?)
  3. Audiences: 2.0 (I am LOST,  not sure what type of customer they were hoping to attract)
  4. Price: 2.5 (As mentioned upmarket price with somewhat low quality of presentation)
  5. Services: 2.5 (Good enough, though I have to ask 2/3 times for a simple cup of ice water)
  6. Hygiene: 3.5 (Didn't see the kitchen, but food tasted good)
My overall rating is 2.75*, food is good but not good enough to justify for the lack of parking and price.

Quote: Mistakes make me human, failure make more stronger, hope keeps me going, LOVE keeps me alive.

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