I just remembered this before jumping into bed & felt compelled to blog this for no good reason other than the fact that if I don't write it down it will be gone forever lost to the yawning abyssopelagic hole that is my memory: I saw a dude kill my supper the other night! First time ever!
Sho we were schitting at the table in this reschtaurant ann we wannded fish...hot p*hic* breuuf, shorry, fish hot pot.
So anyway yeah, we'd had a few & wanted a fish hot pot. So we order & blah blah blah we keep talking away & then, dong dong dong. We keep talking for a bit more & then, dongdongdongdongdong! We realised slowly we were dealing with a window-based donging. We turn around & the waiter is standing outside the restaurant window with his gap tooth grin hovering over a freshly murdered fish in a little wok basket. Where the f*ck did that fish come from? Oh well.
Guess they don't pour a little bit of your fish in a glass for you to try before you eat it here, so we just kind of gave him the thumbs up & nodded & off he went.
To somewhere...
Kitchen I hope.
Anyway, it was really tasty.
Can't believe I nearly forgot about that. Anyway, night.
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