Salutation, amis! Greeting, friends!

listening to craig david's 'Don't Love You No More'...
And they said he was passe.
True enough, he had his lull period after 'Seven Days' and 'Fill me in', but Craig David's back with this great new track.

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According to most dictionaries, and dictionary.com, brunch means 'combination of late breakfast and early lunch'. Which by right, shouldn't take more than two hours.
However, my uni chums seemed to have redefined its meaning altogether. Sunday's brunch stretched from about 12pm till 5ish. An amazing feat.

Lena and Char's birthday celebration was held at Au Petit Salut in Holland V. My last visit there was marred by the restaurant staff's crummy attitude. However, this time round, they deserved the four and a half stars I had to award for their service and food.

Most of them had the half dozen baked snails for appetizers, while Suanne and I chose the rocket salad with parma ham. It was entertaining to watch her try cajole a snail from them.

Suanne: Sue Lynn, are you having the snails?

Sue Lynn: Yes, but nope, you're not going to have mine.

Suanne: *indignantly* Some kind of friend you are! Fred, can I have one? It's just one...

Wilfred: Of course not! One out of six is a lot.

Suanne: (turned towards Llewellyn) Are you having snails?

Sam: *fake innocent look* No. I'm having garlic bread.

Suanne was thrown off for a while before she realised she'd been had. They were just teasing her of course. When the soft little invertebraes arrived, piping hot in their earthern ware, our generous friends offered everyone who didn't order, a piece each.
Totally touched! That's like 1 out of 6, or 17% of their snails. Ha... What lovely friends I have!

The salad was delicious, with just enough dressing to avoid the slight bitter taste that some vegetables have. Parma ham was nicely salted and there wasn't too much fatty bits in sight, or I would have hurled. While Char felt that the roasted chicken leg was a tad too dry, I thought my main course was delectable and well-cooked. The penne pasta that accompanied was a little bland though.

Next came the desserts. I was torn between the choux buns and passionfruit souffle.
Souffle won coz choux buns reminded me of profiteroles, and I'm not exactly a great fan of those.
It was alright, light in texture with a faint tangy taste. I realise I prefer heavier stuff like brownies or moist cakes. Souffles are like the airheads of desserts. Too ditzy for my liking.

After washing down the food with 5 bottles of wine, some excellent and some less so, we were all comfortably sedated. It was already almost four.
Char had to rush home to complete her scrapbook project, while Joey and Ben Papa had to attend a housewarming session.
"What's next?" someone asked, and we decided to head off to Foster's for tea.

Tea and talk. Talk and tea. Photos photos photos.
We spent another hour yakking about nothingness before heading separate ways. Some for home, some for manicure and some for dinner.

Stopped by Da Paolo's for their cakes before going back. Bro's request.
Dinner that night with the family was another major event. Eight course chinese dinner at the hotel. I almost wept from food OD.

No wonder I'm sick.