Transformers

Colin and I went for a meal last night to “Soupbol”.  Colin had the Pad Thai noddles and I had a chicken Tonkinese soup.

I love Soupbol, its one of those few and far between restaurants that you can get a warming hot meal that fills you up, but doesn’t stuff you to the brim.  Also, its very affordable.  You get a meal, and appetizer and a drink for under $30 for two people.

I have to mention the staff as well, I really enjoyed how polite and courteous our server was.  She was delightfully sweet and was able to recommend items to complement our meal.  And she allowed us to make a few out of the box requests.   I love Soupbol’s peanut sauce, and instead of having plum sauce with my imperial rolls, she let me have a bowl of peanut sauce instead.

The plan was to go to the cinema to see Transformers after our meal at Soupbol.  We got to the Kirkland Collisuem, where the movie was playing on 4 of the 16 screens

Sold out.  Sold out.  Sold out.  Sold out.

Can you believe it was sold out across the board.   (I suggested that we go and see “Knocked Up” and was promptly told – No!  Not a chick flick)

Surely Transformers was not going to be popular with the kids that weren’t even born in the 80s to remember the TV series (or original animated film) .  Why was the movie theatre packed?

Then it dawned on us, cheap ticket Tuesday!  Blasted!  Curses!

Why can’t parents keep their kids home and let the TV raise them like our parents. . . .

Colin and I might go this weekend to see Transformers.   We also have a date set next week with some friends to check out the new Harry Potter film.  We’ll be going to Dim Sum that night.

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Fly in the Ointment

So we went to FU LAM Chinese Buffet on Cote Vertu today for Mona’s birthday.  14 of us went, good fun, lots of laughs.
Now, I’m not one to complain about wait staff (oh wait – maybe I am) but the service was just plain crap.

The lady wouldn’t take drink orders (I ordered a diet coke and never got it at all), then she brought a coke for someone who wasn’t sitting at the table yet – but they ordered a diet coke.  We asked what it was she said coke, we told her it had to be diet coke.    She circled the table with the glass in hand, and put it back down on the table hoping no one would notice.
When we got down to  the desert I got a plate of fruit and jello (like I usually do) – and on my honeydew melon.  Flies.   Little winged fruit flies.  I showed them to one of the wait staff, and the manager came over to see me.  He says “nothing we do – they come and die on food.  Nothing can we do”

Not that I was looking for a freebie (although that would have been nice)  I actually didn’t get an apology for having bugs in my meal!

No fortune cookies.  And a waitress with her handout palm up grasping her fingers like a toddler when they say ‘gimme gimme’ when it came time to pay.

Now I’m wondering what my fortune cookie would have said. . . . .