Oh, Cafe O…
Oh, Scary Carpark in Sheung Wan To Get To You…
Oh, New Meaning To The Term Multi-Storey Carpark…
Oh, may we someday bag your coveted window seat and count ourselves part of your window dressing…
Oh, Stairs…
Oh, See-thru Red Plastic Kitchen Roof
a.k.a. Dispeller Of Dodgy Food Preparation Fears…
Oh, view to our left, of smoking balcony and street down below…
(We don’t object to cigarette smoke as long as it doesn’t hijack our own right to clean air and lower lung cancer risk… like HK air isn’t polluted enough… or is that a case for smoking, you’re breathing in all kinds of other crap anyway)
Oh, view to our right…
Oh, Yums…
Oh, of course we mean our chicken curry..
Oh, Gelaskin -ed laptop that leads us to be approached by earringed dude…
“How did you get that on your laptop?”
“Oh, interesting rings”
Oh, disbelieving husband who joins us right after and scoffs, “That’s just a pickup line”
Oh, we take offense at lack of faith in our laptop-decorating finesse…
Oh, O card, for 10% off…
“Deliciously, wholesome, naturally,” supposedly
Ps: We quite liked their food… Chicken curry, smoked salmon sandwich, lattes, samosas, oatbran cookies (one of the few cookies Rockstar will eat)… plus after they realized they’d got both our orders wrong, they tried to replace everything free of charge…
We almost had a fight about accepting just one replacement, because I was already halfway thru mine and couldn’t have finished the extra food…
Oh, I hate to waste food
