Botak Jones
Spent almost the whole of yesterday researching in the Central Library. In the morning, we had breakfast at Engine Macs, which is more than a dollar cheaper than outside. Totally worth my money.
First time I had been to the Central Library...and I must say that my own library pales in comparison. The former is like a regional library! It even has microfilms and multimedia viewing room. Will be visiting the new National Library with Louisa and Wee Teng on Wednesday...so that will be two new libraries in a week.
Had my dinner at Botak Jones in Clementi. Initially, it was sumptuous but the large portion meant that I began to eat exponentially slow. Spent to close an hour trying to devour the Cajun chicken set meal. Every fry counts, especially if it costs $8.
Took so long that I sat through a heavy downpour, and was accompanied by three strangers ordering Botak Jones as well. In the end, I had to use my trusty Pink Dolphin water bottle to help me swallow my food. ("I swallow"--by Zoe Tay)
Trudged out of the place like a drunkard with a beer belly. My stomach must have been filled with a mixture of fats, proteins and carbo. Occasionally, some reflux would come up along the way, bringing back the diluted taste of Cajun chicken as well as a few cells of my gut back to my tongue.
I think an experience is more than enough.