Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Ron’s Birthday Do.



Yay. It’s Ron’s 24th. We walked into Lao Beijing at Plaza Singapura and ordered more than we could finish. huiguorou, Slivers of pork to be fed into tofu layers (and later to be transformed into wantons in the magic hands of the birthday boy), Double-boiled soup of lingzhi and pork, Beijing-style noodles, sanbeiji (a stew of chicken infused with a portion of vinegar, another of wine and yet another of sugar). Thankfully portions were smaller than the agrarian/humongous ones that Ron was fed during his many trips (six) to Beijing previously. Needless to say, I thank Lao Beijing for not stuffing me to the gills even before I finish my Xidan dandanmian. A few weeks ago, I didn’t even get to try the roubing(s) in a particular hutong after I was done with my zhajiangmian.

At Lao Beijing, something nasty happened on our way to bliss. We had a family (not Singaporean, I'm sure) of four next to us. There were these two boisterous teenage sons (eighteen looking sixteen)—ugly boys with bad taste—who took off their lousy shoes to try on their cheap Adidases and treated us to a round of Hongkong feet on the house. As if that wasn’t enough, they also spewed bad English and evoked even more bad English from their parents as the latter was keen to demonstrate to our table some semblance of linguistic ability. They were better off speaking Cantonese as they do in Hong Kong.


At 3:34 PM, Blogger Ron said...

thank you for the treat! a long pek dinner that stretched to almost 10pm...with constant pu er refills...nice...hehe

At 10:29 PM, Blogger Dennis She said...

My pleasure Ron! Feels good reliving PEK moments.


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