Dinner Part 1 was at a hawker centre opposite Queensway Shopping Centre. We had 2, fired pots of beef and mutton stew that he, had strongly recommended. Seriously it was well above average but let's face it, a stew is a stew (common no?). Besides, hunger had its greedy hands around my head and my stomach and blogging was not the top of my priorities as I dug the tender, flavorful beef and mutton chunks as would a poor miner heave and haul when stumbling upon bars of gold.
Anyway, I didn't want to have Quarrel Part XXX(god it's three digits, going on 4), so I simply smiled, pushed aside the spiked comment and asked him to start eating.
He didn't seem to mind, with both his hands busy with 5(or 6?) satches of pepper that he gleefully poured over all the meatballs. Upon seeing the look on my face, he claimed defensively that the pepper had little to no taste. Shockingly, he was quite right.
Maybe it was all the cheese that came with the meatballs but I realised why that many people are crazy about the Swedish Meatballs of Ikea. Tender, tasty and complemented with a musky tasting cheese sauce and ligonsberry(specialty of Sweden) jam, they fired up my palate for the old-school chicken wings, fried to near perfection (serious) and the aptly named(or so he claims) Princess cake(wtf).
He, had dinner part three, which involved a hotdog bun smothered with mustard and tomato sauce.
And best of all, he topped it off with dinner part 4: the regular sweet popcorn we had at AVP2.
Seriously, give the show a break. It wasn't all that bad. Like so many things in life, there is nothing, to satisfy everyone.
