1. Leng3 Pan2 constituency: Crabmeat-shark's fin omelette
2. Mum's albumen omelette with Hunan ham, dong1 gu1, dried scallop and coriander
3. YQ's famously botched sOOper-salty whitebait and three-mushroom omelette

From these precursors I drew inspiration and crafted the most triumphant dish of the night: albumen omelette with dong1 gu1, gingko nuts and scallops, wreathed with coriander garlands.

Y and A made a huge cauldron of fearsomely hot curry. In this forceful Eastwest meld, we also had M's penne with shrimp (and longbeans?), K's mysterious rice pilaf (orange peel, basil, lemongrass?), T's moules marinières, someone's strange calamari-jalapeño thing, C's chic-ku-teh, P's buffalo and teriyaki wings. Then we played Polar Bear, Guru and Robot.

I found canned mangosteens, orange-flavored natadecoco, and natadecoco in mango juice. And A found canned tapas! Octopus bites in garlic oil.

Let's see, what else have I done. Ah, the Master's Tea at Adams. Oh, that stupefying crab dip! Those cuddly scallops enwraptured by floppy bacon bands! Strawberries cling-coated with molten chocolate!

I will attend to the following soon, but not now, owing to a very pressing essay, fun reading (Kundera), hard-ass reading (Saint-Exupéry) and just fucking impossible reading (Sekuler and Blake, "Perception," 3rd ed.)
1. On why Taiwan Café is spatially and psychologically comforting first, and stomach-satisfying only second.
2. On why Spice sucks, and Smile rocks.