To celebrate 10 years of indentured servitude, I took my wife to the hoity-toity French restaurant on Hui-Wen Rd. I'm still not sure of the name; it's either 'La Fete' (In French: 'The Feet'), or 'La Fele' (French: 'The Fellation'). Either way, here's my review:
Atmosphere: Nice, classy. Detracted by the presence of me.
Service: Outstanding and, in my case, patient. "Yes sir, the entire thing is edible"
Food: Good except for the fried pigeon. That was ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING. Serves me right for ordering a fried pigeon when the other choice with my meal set was a 'mini hamburger'.
Cost: Urgh.
* "Hoit" is a 16th century verb whose meaning is "to play the fool" or "to indulge in riotous and noisy mirth." Example: "Goddamit Brett, quit your pommy hoiting and deal the cards."
Sipping aqua vitae, spitting aqua fortis.
Pigeons should always be shot over a english pointer by a hunter using a Purdey double and then roasted.
ReplyDeleteI'd just as soon shoot the English Pointer and eat it, though you enviro-watermelon types would get all outraged.
ReplyDeleteI'd only be offended if you served a white wine with the pointer.
ReplyDeleteI would never be so gauche as to serve white wine with Pointer meat.
ReplyDeleteOnly white liquor: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaoliang
It was my understanding that Taiwanese do not celebrate wedding anniversaries.
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