As always, Chu Shing this Thursday night, 9:00, followed by bubble tea or scotch, depending on the prevailing mood and the average mental age of the participants. I make no promises either way, but those may not be exclusive options. We will have Mysterious Out Of Town Guests, whose names are Top-Secret-Majestic-Blue-classified, far too potent an incantation to be invoked aloud in a trifling weblog such as this and completely unconfirmed as of press time, but as always everyone’s invited, so it could be anyone. But is it? Duhn duhn dunnnnnn!
If the suspense is killing you, you’ll be absolutely demolished by the food. You’ll be destroyed, unmade. Your frail physique and attendent mentality will be swept aside like a mist before a cooling breeze, a breeze made entirely of beef in black pepper sauce, of chicken with cashews.