Last Friday I finally got to watch a certain shopaholic movie with my shopping buddy Angel. I liked the movie, a good fluffy watch. Angel seemed rather distracted, though. On top of that, she had the bad luck of sitting next to someone who was coughing like he’s suffering from tuberculosis, yet was munching on his popcorn loudly – the kind of open-mouthed eating which I find so horribly repulsive – and slurping his drink just as noisily and irritatingly. He dropped his unfinished popcorn halfway through the movie, much to my delight. But less to my delight, that just only gave him more time to blurt out unnecessary remarks throughout the movie. Gah, I’m really more irritated by him than Angel was! I kept making snide remarks just loud enough for him to hear, but he must have a hide of an ox because not once did he glare at me. Or maybe I was too subtle. Which I think I was not.
After the movie, we were looking for a place for dinner. Angel took one look at Canton-i’s menu and she started salivating – big fan of pork, see. (In Malaysia, most restaurants do not serve pork to cater to the majority of Muslim customers here.) I don’t usually fancy Chinese cuisine but I didn’t mind trying ‘cos I heard it’s a good place.
Usually, I’m the one who has a hard time deciding what to eat, but this time Angel was agonising over the many pork dishes she could try. She kept flipping the menu over and over, looking at all the pork dishes and moaning about the many choices for pork but could only choose two dishes. I’ve never seen her like that before with food. It’s like a whole different Angel I don’t recognise! Pork is her kryptonite, I now know… 😆
I won’t be going back there anytime soon, I think. Chinese food is not quite up my alley. Weird, huh? But I wouldn’t mind trying a similar restaurant by the name of Dragon-i. What’s up with the i’s??