It was my first time in Alexis. I could get used to the soft jazzy music, minimalistic decor and general mood of laziness enveloping me after staring at passing traffic for 10 minutes. If the food isn't so exorbitant. But it was the first time I had jasmine tea with real honey, so... can't say it's not a good experience.
From the corner of my eye I watched a table of Mat Sallehs chatting amiably on the patio with a glass of wine each. Then their food came. The woman attempted feebly to pick up her tempura with chopsticks. She caught me looking and I smiled encouragingly before diverting my eyes (it's only polite). When I dared myself to look again, she was using her fingers. And she was staring at me.
Realisation dawned. Turnabout is fair play. I can never roll spaghetti into delicate, edible balls properly with my fork. They squirm onto the table and my clothes, they unfurl and slap me on my face, they spit on my glasses... I cannot control my Italian noodles. And I must have looked a picture of anything but elegance and poise forcing my mouth as close to the plate as possible and raking the noodles in.
Reminder to self:
No looking down at anyone's chopsticks-wielding handicap.
Fix own bumbling forking skills.
Who wants to cook spaghetti and let me practise?
From the corner of my eye I watched a table of Mat Sallehs chatting amiably on the patio with a glass of wine each. Then their food came. The woman attempted feebly to pick up her tempura with chopsticks. She caught me looking and I smiled encouragingly before diverting my eyes (it's only polite). When I dared myself to look again, she was using her fingers. And she was staring at me.
Realisation dawned. Turnabout is fair play. I can never roll spaghetti into delicate, edible balls properly with my fork. They squirm onto the table and my clothes, they unfurl and slap me on my face, they spit on my glasses... I cannot control my Italian noodles. And I must have looked a picture of anything but elegance and poise forcing my mouth as close to the plate as possible and raking the noodles in.
Reminder to self:
No looking down at anyone's chopsticks-wielding handicap.
Fix own bumbling forking skills.
Who wants to cook spaghetti and let me practise?
3 comments:
while i may not be able to control my italian noodles very well, i'm very apt at controlling my italian men.
mmmmm...
wahahahahahahaha! i thought you're gloriously single like kraft's cheese?
When I eat spaghetti, I smush and cut everything up with my spoon and eat it with my spoon. It's too troublesome to use a fork.
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