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I ate at an atrocious Zi Cha place ("Sew An Seafood Cze Cha") recently. Shockingly, it was at Glutton's Bay beside the Esplanade, where all the food is *supposed* to be good. There were no ingredients in the rice and they threw in frozen mixed vegetables, resulting in it having hardly any taste (it didn't help that it wasn't salty enough either); it was the worst fried rice I'd ever had. This 'crab meat fried rice' didn't have crab, but flavoured flour packed around crab claws. Wth.
There is a 'Delilah Pub'. Gah.
A Malaysian businessman had a project in Istanbul and wanted to send an underling there to set up an office. The next day his mother called and asked: "Why are you sending my son there? Is there Halal food in Istanbul?"
I was commenting that black jokes were the funniest racial jokes, and my brother in law commented that most black jokes were written by black people.
My brother in law says the "speak bad French to get the French to speak English" trick works with everyone, even old aunties.
I now have all 6 Fabled Lands books. Yay.
