gastronomic delights
On Monday, we went to HY's coworker's 30th birthday dinner. It was taken place, suprisingly enough, at a gastropub (The Duke of Cambridge) I had just read reviews about the night before. Located off the busy high street in Islington, this place boasts to be the first restaurant in London to introduce organic food; therefore, everything should be organic. Indeed, some guy ordered a pint of Eco-Warrier, I had a starter of organic scallops and HY digged in a giant organic dead pig. There were organic leaflets on organic tables that protested anti-GM food, and organic tampons to use in the organic ladies' room. Eating organic dishes amongst the valley of the thirty somethings, I felt young and healthy, or let's just say, am truely feeling like a callow youth of 25.
On Tuesday, S kidnapped me to zone 4. We took the Northern Line to a bloody in the middle of nowhere place called Collindale. It was pouring rain, the air was freezing and the houses looked dingy and grim. Just as I was thinking why on earth do I bother to come here in this crappy weather, a quintessential suburban-style cavernous white building appeared before our eyes. This is the Oriental supermarket, which includes a Sega world, an enormous supermarket, various shops that sell Japanese and Chinese kitchenware, clothing and CDs, etc. Of course there's the fantastic food court that provides Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indo, Korean cuisine at fairly reasonable prices. I know for some dishes such as Shabu-Shabu requires a bit of discomfort to enjoy it properly, but after having to deal with a bowl three times the size of my face, I refuse to order anything that involves DIY. I had a set meal of tempura and sashimi, and S ordered don. At home now I have rice cookies that may supply for a lifetime.