the magic number for dimsum is multiples of 3, and greedy as the mister and i are, we'd the sense to invite our resident cantopopstar (okok, so he's doing his masters in orthodontics) along. also, i do think placing orders in cantonese gets you that extra carrot at a dimsum restaurant. usually spoilt and refuse to queue (yay to being regulars at g*mine and its queue-advancement privileges hehe) but alas this dimsum treat required a one hour wait. so wait we did and when we were finally seated, we felt obliged to order lots to get better bang for our (waiting) buck. clever marketing, these guys... had the obligatory dimsum dishes but then K engaged in some serious off-piste ordering, that had even the waitress raising her eyebrows. turns out he'd been before with a baller friend who'd pulled out all the stops, and what we had was a mere shadow of the former's excess. and to show you the double black diamond, this thai-style king prawn tung hoon was the bombdiggity. might not be much to look at but ohmymama, i'd wait an hour in a heartbeat to have some more of this saucy goodness.
after dimsum, we adjourned to a coffee place (augh! forgot the name!) where incidentally i ended up with an oaky white. so much for caffeine fix! liked the upside down pots that threatened to dispense soil all over our drinks (i joke) and took a photo at dusk.
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