Two Friday nights ago when I went fine dining for the first time, I was so inane that I ate a tree bark.
Mr. F brought me to The Pump Room at Clarke Quay and I was having dinner with him and Mr. DJ.
I picked a Salmon dish.
On top of it lies a piece of brownish thing.
Well, I didn’t know a tree bark can enhance the flavour of the Salmon, and stupidly ate three quarter of it even when I knew it tasted like rattan. It was pretty woody and I asked Mr. F and Mr DJ what that was.
Mr. DJ enquired a waiter nearby.
“Sorry excuse me, may I know what’s this brown thing on her Salmon?”
“Ah siiir, that’s a tree bark. It’s suppose to enhance the flavour of the Salmon to make it taste better.”
Me: *Credulous look*
The waiter then added a line.
“You’re not supposed to eat it.”
Both of them: “Ohhhhhh!” and proceeds to look at my plate, then up at my face, then burst out into laughter.
Woah, I am The Joke of The Night. :S