Of tests and a short quest for lychee


Last week, I made a couple of testing presentations and took the GMAT.  I’m happy to report that, all in all, the results were satisfactory.

Last week, I had two great meals.  One was with a pal on Wednesday evening, at Coffee Club.  I had tried the tiger prawn aglio olio a month or so before, and had enjoyed it, and it turned out that she had tried the same thing on a separate occasion and liked it too.  So we both ordered that, and it was disappointing – the pasta was not warm enough, so the bite of the chilli and the tartness of the tomatoes and the sweetness of the onion slices were all muted; someone was over-enthusiastic with the oil; even the prawns themselves were mere crunch, with barely a hint of the taste of sea.

We also ordered the same drink – my pal had enjoyed the rambutan drink when she tried it here the other time, she said, so I joined her in ordering it.  When the pink, smoothie-like drink came, she was a bit puzzled – she remembered that it was white.  Then she tasted it, tentatively, and said she thought it was the drink she had liked.  It was only later, when she reviewed the menu, that she realised that she had previously tried the lychee drink.

We finished the night with dessert at the Canele outlet at the basement of the Paragon.  I was quite amazed that we could get seats.  We had a slice of Le Royale and a strawberry tart.  The latter was frankly rubbish – stale pastry, over-glazed strawberries – but I was told that the Robertson Quay outlet has higher standards.  The company that evening, as always, made up for the food.

Strangely enough, I had a lychee drink – something with soda and lychee syrup and mint leaves and a single lychee, likely from a can – at TCC a couple of evenings later, after a stomach-busting Japanese a la carte buffet at Minori, during which I had sushi (ordinary), sashimi (generously sliced and above average for a buffet), maki (ordinary), temaki (ordinary), soba (yuk), yakitori (varied; one pork belly skewer was excellent – succulent and layered in texture – but another had been left  to grill for too long and was nearly petrified) and tempura (unremarkable), and smelled the most amazing pork belly soup I’ve smelled, an appetite-stirring combination of miso and rich pork juices.  I found the combination of lychee and mint weird and nearly overly sweet.

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Author: lichone

Ethics by Enid Blyton; physique by deep-fried things. I think we all have an instinct to tell stories and to build things and relationships,

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