Net result of Wednesday's toasted sandwich adventure: two days at home. I've had it all, man. The squirts, the squits, the trots, the terrors, the runs, the spurts, & surprisingly, the squeaks. And let me tell you, for the ultra-lazy out there, I'm sure sitting down a lot is your bag, but toilet seats should not be your first choice. Those things send your legs to sleep if you're on 'em for too long.
That sandwich can go to hell.
Now that you're all sorry you ever started reading this, here's some very random photos from a week or two ago that I just felt like sharing. They were taken at a restaurant that specialises in spider crab. Tasty, tasty tasty spider crab. Something that sucks is that I can't remember precisely how to get there & even if I could, the name of the place & entire menu is all in Chinese, so I'd be pretty useless anyway. But, oh my word was it ever good. Their sushi & sashimi was awesome, but the crab. Oh mang...the crab...
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| Crab shells big & small. Lots of 'em. That light fixture? Crab shell. |
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| Mo' crab shells. Lots mo'. This place was like what a hunting lodge would be if hunting chinchillas with dynamite was considered okay. The walls were chockers with victims. |
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| The table cloth was some kind of scroll-holding ninja stalk bird laying a five point palm exploding heart technique on a dog turtle monster. Makes sense to me. |
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| The world's greatest crab claw. Was a meal in itself, but pretty much only constituted around 5% of what we ate. Hhamazink. |
Get thee hence to Hong Kong, people. But avoid the sandwiches at Gourmet. Not cool.
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