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A woman's intuition is 'pretty scary', according to SQ. Though I have no idea where he's driving to, or the exact location we were at (he thought he lost his way), I looked out of the window and simply pointed out this distant dimly lighted house to him, "I think you're looking for that place,"
"Err, I don't think so," he drove the car to the opposite direction.
Five minutes later, we headed to that same distant dimly lighted house after the restaurant staff gave him directions over the phone. Should have just listened to me, no? =)
Just hours earlier, I was very sure I'd rather chill with The Best Friend than participate in another of those couply 'anniversary' activities with SQ. After I got cancelled, I got to eat the blardy humble pie and so I left it up to him to decide which warm, stuffy, sometimes-quite-smelly hawker centre he wants to take me to. I believe it's out of pure kindness (hah!) that he even agreed to fetch me from office to dinner in such short notice.
PS. Cafe was down on my organiser - "21 Jan 2009: Dessert on SQ's birthday". But that fella decided to bring it forward. I wasn't expecting that. Just like I didn't expect him to turn up at my office mid-day with flowers and dark chocolates. Heh.
Cue: Time for you to puke your breakfast, lunch and perhaps last night's fried rice.
A long, winding wooden platform, lit with spots of warm orange lights, leads one to the establishment which is nestled amidst lush greenery. So secluded the spot, you would mistake it for a haunted house with its low dim yellow lights.
Full length clear glass panels bounce off reflections of the simple round hanging lamps. Cosy, light and airy. The place's pretty packed for a Tuesday night. No rowdy teenagers though, to spoil it all. Except I was slightly irritated by a French couple, seated next to our table, who were (if I may) acting all so anal about their 2007 red wine. Anyhoo...
Listed first on the mains, the Flamed Prawn Tortiglioni looked very promising. It could be the baking soda that the tiger prawns were oh-so succulent. The toasted baguette was oozing with olive oil when I sink my teeth into it. How is that possible without turning the baguette into one soggy piece of bread??
PS. Cafe's signature dessert - Florida Key Lime Pie
Bubblies, no less. A break from the usual sugar-overloaded chocolate cakes and all, Florida Key Lime Pie offers a refreshing after-pasta-dinner limey zest. No doubt my palate was aroused by its creamy fillings of extreme tanginess. I wouldn't mind seconds if I didn't need to watch my waist line (and SQ's wallet).
We moved out to the al frensco area and lingered for a while. Small clusters of patrons (a mix of locals and ang mohs) sipping their wines make up the demographic. Cool breeze, warm lights and quiet surroundings atmosphered the place for added romance. But I think having sex behind the row of bushes is actually illegal. Since banging is out of the question, we chatted. Hah!
Unknown to The Best Friend, I actually chose to hang out with her yesterday instead of 'celebrating' my one month affair with SQ.
Looking at how things played out, I guess I could forgive her. =)
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