Holland obsession
No, this isn't abt the very reasonable obsession with Amsterdam and its many many delights. It's Clarke Quay for pubs and Holland Village for dinners.
So once again we found ourselves back in Holland V on Sunday for dinner - Venkat, Vikas, Shruti and me. TCC has some pretty good food. Everythings nicely jazzed up - the potato salad has a touch of lime, the chop is mongolian and my coffee was Jamaican and the most sought after in TCC's idea of the world.
Satchit joined us for a little while and we returned to the comfort of our beds. Our individual beds of course.
I know that was really boring but so is now.
So once again we found ourselves back in Holland V on Sunday for dinner - Venkat, Vikas, Shruti and me. TCC has some pretty good food. Everythings nicely jazzed up - the potato salad has a touch of lime, the chop is mongolian and my coffee was Jamaican and the most sought after in TCC's idea of the world.
Satchit joined us for a little while and we returned to the comfort of our beds. Our individual beds of course.
I know that was really boring but so is now.
A was feeling bored at 2:07 AM
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Just to give our obsession that quaint pathological touch, we dragged ourselves to Holland V yet again.
Thai Express once again proves to be a really nice place to eat, primarily because of the spice and flavours in the food - a sharp contrast to our passe nasi and lame mee.
Wala Wala afforded us the necessities - shelter, music AND Black Label and a gin martini. Those being our valentines, we had our fun with them but stuck to our principles and left before anything untoward happened. We are players, yes but we are principled and traditional yet.
I'm rambling. Goodnight.
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