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2017-09-13
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Dinner had run its course and wrapped up at around 11 pm. I had been in the restaurant for almost 4 hours and left with a belly full of Bourbon, White Wine and Mala). In my head, I wanted to go to a dessert place specialising in Deep-fried Milk; unfortunately, the place had closed for the day. Fortunately, she had worn her "hiking shoes" (not to be confused with actual hiking shoes). We walked up Nathan Road and turned off at Jordan."That's a dessert place, I can read those Chinese characters" s
"That's a dessert place, I can read those Chinese characters" she says - We had stumbled on Ming Kee, a street vendor with plastic chairs and laminate menus specialising in Chinese-style desserts. It's after midnight and most of the tables are occupied, we and ordered: Soybean Milk something and a Mango Coconut Sago.
Mango Sago was decent, Soybean thing, not so much. All was going fine until she opened her mouth and let out the biggest yawn. I'm usually pretty oblivious to opposite sex signals, but this one was received loud and clear. It was time to get the check; cash only.
Mango Coconut Sago
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