When in the blues, eat. That’s the most effective way to overcome the blues. I said most effective, I did not say healthiest. So what better way to curb the Monday blues than to go on a buffet eating rampage? And that’s exactly what I did today. I went on a buffet eating rampage in a hotel.
Actually I’m just kidding. Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t go on an eating binge when you feel the blues. It doesn’t work that way. Stuffing yourself silly will only result in feeling even more sleepy and as a result, worsen your blues. Because that’s exactly how I felt as I walked out of the restaurant.
The reason I go there today is to celebrate a mini farewell for a friend who will be leaving the company shortly. Actually that doesn’t sound right. Should we celebrate someone else leaving?
Did I mention before that recently, it is getting impossible for me to take photos in buffet restaurants? Well, that happened again today. I wasn’t even carrying my camera, I was using my smartphone, trying to get a picture of the desserts line. One of the floor supervisors quickly came forward and stopped me. I don’t know if I should feel happy or frustrated at what transpired next.
Supervisor: No taking photos, sir. Sorry.
Me: Why not? I just wanna get a few pictures and share on my Instagram. Free promo for you.
Supervisor: No, no no… You’re a blogger, right?
Me: Of course not! I’m an engineer. Can’t you see this company T-shirt I’m wearing?
Supervisor: No, I think I’ve seen your face before somewhere. You must be a blogger.
Me: Come on, I’m not even carrying a camera! What blogger uses a smartphone to take photos?
Supervisor: No, sorry sir, photos not allowed in here. You can take photos of your food at the table.
Pfft… Bugger it… Good job, Mr Supervisor. 1-0 to you…
Come on, surely not.. My blog has like, what, 250 page views per day. That’s hardly a great number. And I don’t post my face on every single one of my blog post. And I’m not even a specialized foodie guide blog. Surely I’m not THAT famous that someone who works in a buffet restaurant can recognize me?
Anyway, so… yeah. No photos allowed. Take photos of your food at your table…
As you can see, I am being careful with my food selection even at a buffet. I did not touch the grilled lamb shanks! I did not touch the roasted duck! I did not touch the cold cut platters! I did not touch the sushi and sashimi and oysters! I did not touch the pasta! I did not touch the char kuay teow! And I most certainly did not touch the cendol and ice cream!
I don’t have pictures of those,
I was too busy eating and totally forgot about taking pictures after round two. No pictures is proof that I did not touch them. Trust me!
No, no no no, I only took the fruits. The desserts, they were for the farewell girl. True story!
Since Mr Supervisor said no photos and no promo needed, I shall not name the hotel here. But I might have done a lousy job cropping out the hotel’s name from the plates so if you look carefully enough, you should be able to see it.
The food is not bad, better than most of the hotel buffets on this island and…. no, stop! No promoting!