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Half of something is better than all of nothing. That is my excuse for not having my camera for this meal at Golden Yolk. I wasn’t expecting anything worth writing home about and in desperation in my new neighbourhood (lack of energy), I picked the …
Triple B. Sounds like a credit rating. In financial speak, this means a company that is rated towards the bottom of “investment grade”, i.e. something that is more risky than not. Although in this case triple B stands for Black Bear Burger. Although having eaten …
One Sunday lunch, I was unexpectedly ditched by my dining companion. Freed from dietary constraints (they like to avoid the fried stuff), I rejoiced at my chance to seek my heart’s delight. I thought about indulgencing in my guilty pleasure, fried chicken, but then thought …
As I am still recovering from too much excitement from my various eating forays, I thought to play it safe for my next event. A branch of a bakery which served exellent coffee. Couldn’t be that much that could go wrong, right? This is the …
Among the many things that I hate is when people don’t mean what they say. When things are “literally” this way but they are speaking in metaphors, I am tempted to ask them to stop lying to me. When things are “obviously” a certain way, …
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