Fly Me To The Moon
Tonight's dinner was at Morton's Steakhouse with Weixiang. For some reason which I find too cumbersome to explain and too longwinded for you to read, we started our dinner with dessert first instead of the usual appetizers.
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Morton's Coffee, $22. And bloody hell, it tasted really awful. Who puts Bailey's in coffee?! I think Yakun's better, I am traditional. And I ordered cheesecake (again) which Weixiang insisted looked like the one he baked for me. Well, I guess I cannot argue with the striking resemblance of both, but, with regards to taste, those who know, know. Hahaha.
So, we began with our dinner proper after that. It was really a nice place to have a slow dinner with its dim lights and quiet surroundings. We had Lobster Bisque, Ocean Platter and Ribeye Steak, which came in a very generous serving. The Ribeye was, true to its name, one of the most succulent charcoal grill of a beef I have ever had. Everything else was pretty much palatable.
Very interestingly, both of us, after eating the Cream Spinach Oysters from the Ocean Platter, and with our lack of appreciation for that much coveted seafood, agreed unanimously that, "Oysters must be the most revolting thing to eat EVER." Just when we were expressing our disinclination towards oysters, the waiter carried one huge plate of raw oysters past us, and served it at the table behind ours. We wanted to throw up.
We hung around the poolside at the hotel after dinner for a bit before leaving. On the way home in the cab, Weixiang dropped me a message saying, "Starbucks is much better" after getting coffee there.
11:59 PM
