In my efforts to learn more about the human body and how hairs grow in strange parts of the human anatomy, I decided to ask the Gohs out for dinner. They normally know more about topics like this than I do so I thought we should dine together so that their intelligence can be permeated to me during our meal. The venue where the permeation would take place was the Sunset Bar & Grill.
The destination was tough enough to get there in the dark, but we managed to scramble through the weeds and bushes and landed in an area that some believe to be non-existent in Singapore. A piece of land with no nearby concrete housing estate, and no bourgeois smell of affluence.
I can tell that times are bad when baby is on the menu. I mean our dear government is already handing out money to tell us to have babies, but having babies on the menu, even for my low moral standards might be taking it alittle too far.
The general consensus was that the food( the wings we ordered were level 1 hotness, but it was still wings, my sirloin steak had too much fat even though fat is a good thing on beef, the BLT the wife ordered looked like a BLT, chili con carne was average and the BBQ meat combination was bbq!?! )here was average. I don't know what the hopping and hollering about this place was all about but you feel like in the 70s, which might be a drugged up and nostalgic thing, but like the Italian food I suggested in the earlier posts, sometimes Singaporeans don't know what good American food is.
In the picture taken above, Man-Goh was pictured examining the baby to see if it was worth a meal ....... you know like how we pick crabs out at seafood restaurants?
But alas, it was a dream! All a dream. The bad food was the bowels talking. The baby is safe. Nobody ate the baby and the restaurant never served baby. Thank goodness! But I have to admit that it sure was tempting though. Soft skin, fatty legs, juicy arms...
Baby - Good.
Food - Bad.
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