OYSTERS! OYSTERS! OYSTERS!
Company was good (gathering of buddies man). Service was ok. But what shocked me was how they rationed out the oysters. Yes. Fresh oysters. One of the few things in demand at almost every hotel buffet.
The situation went like this.
Hotel chef: Tumdeedum, time to go fill up the oyster tray.
Customers: ZOMG! OYSTERS! ATTACK! ASSAULT! GOGOGO!
Hotel chef: WTF! WHY ARE YOU PULLING MY CLOTHES! HELP! ONLY TWO OYSTERS PER PERSON PLEASE!
Customers: GRAB IT! GRAB IT!
Repeat ad infinitum until around 10 plus p.m. when everybody got sick of oysters.
Ok, so maybe I exaggerated a bit. But seriously you should have seen the crowd clustering around the poor chef @ oyster rationing man. Some of the ladies even had the gall to ask for more. They don't understand English? DES SPRACKEN ENGLISH! The chef has already said TWO OYSTERS PER PERSON ONLY DARNIT! And don't get me started on the kids. This kid decided that oyster rationing man was giving out oysters too slowly and he decided to just help himself. He managed to take four before the chef noticed and stopped him. PARENTS TAK AJAR KAH?
Kids nowadays are spoilt. When I was THAT young I didn't even get to enjoy fresh oysters. The closest thing I got to raw oysters was dried oysters in a kick ass bowl of porridge my grandma(s) used to make.
The karoake after dinner was a blast though. But that is a topic for another post!