Pack of Food?

Thursday, December 30, 2010 11:40 PM

Dining: The ASIAN Way

YES, it's New Year's…Eve. The day before 2010 dies. Eve. THAT'S RIGHT, 31ST DECEMBER 2010 MAN. My mother made that fact very…VERY apparent. Is anyone else's house decorated with red good luck posters everywhere?

But that's not the only thing. Yes, my mother also ABSOLUTELY insists on going to a restaurant in a 5-star hotel. To dine…with family friends. Now, it's not the family friends that I'm going to complain about (but I would if it was at yum cha…) but my mother's Asian habits. I'm quite sure all of you are familiar with Asian dining habits, no?

Alright. Number one. Clothing. BAH. Of course, if anyone was going to a high-class hotel, they would, at least, TRY and ATTEMPT to wear something a little…refined. NOT IN MY MOTHER'S CASE. You see, my mother has this little obsession with white clothes (I'm guessing it takes over 60% of her wardrobe. And about 25% is made up of grey and black clothing). White shirts, white vests, white…scarves…and shoes and...(I'm checking out her wardrobe as I type this :P) BELIEVE IT OR NOT…white suite pants (le gaspe! SHOCK HORROR…or maybe it's just me. I think that white suite pants look weird.) WHITE. And allow me to remind you about where we are going. A 5-STAR hotel. A FREAKING 5-STAR HOTEL. Which means wine (did I also mention about how Jane's family and mine went to the Hunter Valleys the day before? Yeah…LOTS of wine test-tasting…and not a single bottle bought). And EVERYONE knows that white clothes and RED wine don't go together well.

SO, you've established that she isn't going to wear anything white from her wardrobe. And we're going to a 5-star hotel. SHE WEARS…! A T-shirt and grey-cream cotton pants. I really couldn't have facepalmed myself any harder. Just to make matters worse, my mother was perhaps the only one who wasn't wearing anything decently formal out of all the parents there. THAT was awkward just looking at parent's table. BAH.

Number two. She's an absolute MISER (coughlikeallasiansarecough). Okay, okay. You order a one course, you get one course. You order two courses and you get a course plus dessert. Yay! Or not, in my mother's case.

"You're not getting two courses! It too expensive! Look at it! One course - 40 dorrah! Two course - 50 dorrah!"

I think she also mentioned something to do with getting a free drink with the one course…not that it really mattered because you got a free drink regardless of how many courses you ordered anyway. In the end, everyone got their own two courses (I sound SO much like a spoiled brat) and omegee :D The food was awesome; PLENTY of credit to whoever did the dessert (crème brulee).

But what if we didn't go to a 5-star hotel for dinner? What if it was…YUM CHA?! (Cue doom music) Don't get me wrong; I love going to restaurants PROVIDED that the food there actually LOOKS and tastes good. If it doesn't then…I don't really…yeah. But the BEST thing about going to yum cha is actually because it's loaded with Asians there. SO, even if your parents put up a fight about who's going to pay for the meals, nobody will notice :D

On that note, fighting for the bill, my mother still a miser EVEN when paying for the meals. It's just that she doesn't complain to other people's face, but to mine. MINE. (Going COMPLETELY off-track, would you like to know that I've now got a MASSIVE mosquito bite on my eyelid? …And it's all swollen. Lovely). IS THERE SOMETHING SO WRONG WITH MY FACE THAT SHE HAS TO COMPLAIN TO ME AND ME ONLY?! (There probably is :P).

While paying/fighting for the bill

"Oh no! I'll get it! You paid for it last time! And besides I invited you guys! It should be right that I pay for it!"

After paying and everyone has disbanded from the dinner

"CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! I PAID *large amount*for this dinner! If only we didn't eat *food*, *food*, and *food*! Those were really TOO EXPENSIVE (Such typically Asian words, "THIS TOO EXPENSIVE!!")!

Well, you get the idea. I'm pretty sure some of your parents act like this too *coughDADcough* (please don’t take any offence from that…it was in reference to me…father)

I wonder if I'll become an Asian miser one day…?

And JUUUST a thought, I think Asian misers are the epitome of ASIANESS. And being an Asian is awesome (we all know that). Just look at the groovy hairstyles the Koreans have :D

Yeah, I know what you're thinking (omegah. Such a lame post). I'M TRYING, I'M TRYING D:

Laters,

Kookie.xx