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Friends who show up

One blight during the early days was having to deal with people getting pissed off over the relationship (they can laugh now though). A longtime friend sent me a huge chunk of text and blocked me everywhere. Some (understandably) distanced themselves and/or stopped turning up for group gatherings. But I don’t need ‘friends’ like that so whatever. This post isn’t about them.

This post is for the ones who never left. The friends who are partly why I have been coping so well. They have always stuck by me throughout the years (even back when I was acting nuts and breaking things), whether it’s with sagely advice, a dose of reality, a listening ear, laughter, or food and drinks.

I usually tend to withdraw and deal with things on my own, but for some reason this time I told some of my closest friends right after it happened or over the next few days. And I’m really touched by how everyone was just there for me, no judgement and zero questions asked.

From the friends who sent me my favourite food, to the ones who were more than happy to host (I bet they were expecting lots of drunk crying, which didn’t happen 😝), and the ones who showed up when I needed it, thank you 💖💖💖

These are from different days during the first week when I was still licking my wounds like a hamster:

She even knows my go-to order 🥺

Didn’t feel like eating that day but it’s hard to say no when someone goes to look for pasta late at night just so that you will eat. And I did because the pasta was really good 🤣

Somehow a lot of people automatically assumed that I wanted a drink 😂 Not wrong, but more because I didn’t want to be alone and have the chance to wallow in my own thoughts.

Brought only one bottle of wine over that Saturday because I thought they didn’t want to drink much (and neither did I, after drinking till 6am the previous day) but it turned out to be not enough 🙄

No broken teeth this time despite deja vu vibes (this pool was where it happened) #progress #growth

The security guard came over to tell us that alcohol wasn’t allowed but we showed him how the wine bottle wasn’t open and we were drinking orange juice from the vending machine instead. Then after he left, we finished our juice and poured the wine into our cups 😛

I love how through the years we are always lecturing one another and lifting one another up whenever any of us is going through something.

This was the day of, so I needed someone to talk to and he was so cool about it 🥺

(Drink = neither alcohol nor caffeine btw, I am still capable of making sensible choices)

Friends who keep it real 😂 I was asking him whether he thinks I’ll be okay and he gave me all these (helpful) analogies. But despite all his nonsense, he’s always there when I’m in crisis mode even back when we were in school.

Went over to Deborah’s two Friday nights in a row and she’s forever the best host ever. Jeremy came both times too despite having to work the next morning and I would like to think it’s out of friendship rather than just the food and drinks HAHA.

I remember the aroma when entering Deborah’s flat that second Friday. She’d already prepared so much food for the gathering but even baked me a very fluffy raisin bread “to bring home”. 😭😭

I was like, why you go to the trouble omg and she said, “Cos you sent me croissants that time! Damn nice leh I ate one every day.” 🥺

I think anyone who knows me will know that I value time and the act of showing up a lot. Obviously I don’t expect people to drop everything and appear when I need them because we all have our own lives, but I feel like this was pretty much what my friends did for me and it really meant so much 🥰

Opted for a different look for dinner with Farah and Caryn yesterday

Fun fact: It’s impossible to starve when you are loved. So I have abandoned that quest for now lol. Also, this is why it’s important to maintain your friendships even if your heart has someone at the centre of your universe (now I’m the centre of my own universe again and it feels great).

iSTEAKS / iSUCK: My worst steak experience

Had dinner with Farah, Jeremy and CK at iSTEAKS Diner (Holland Village) last week and I’m still feeling quite miffed about the meal, so here’s a warning/review if you ever wanna drop by. Not stopping you but it’s good to know some things first.

It is seriously one of the worst meals I have ever had and my worst steak experience ever. Terrible food, terrible service, terrible dining experience ??

(Photo credit)

Firstly, it had rained earlier so the entire outdoor seating area was closed due to the wet tables and chairs. Yet it was dinner time on a Friday and hence, very crowded. Of course, iSTEAKS can’t help this because they cannot control the weather.

But what’s bloody stupid is poor oganisation and a lack of system. They allow people to order food, pay and get order numbers even when no seats are available. So there’s a queue for the cashier and a separate queue for seats.

Not only that, there was no staff explaining what the proper procedure would be. We only had a vague idea when we overheard people saying you can order first, wait until you get a table, then tell the staff that they can start cooking your food. Huh?

Did I mention there’s a separate adjacent counter to order and collect your own drinks? (Which are all so sweet, they’ll put you at risk of diabetes. I had to fill my iced coffee with more ice.) Really messy and so much redundancy.

But nevermind, we were there mainly for the food after all and didn’t want to let something small dampen our spirits. And although we queued for quite long, at least a waiter remembered we were next in line and alerted us when there were seats.

iSTEAKS burger

CK doesn’t take beef so he order a chicken burger that he customised himself.

The rest of us decided to share a 1kg beef, which comes with 3 side dishes (we chose fries, onion rings and cream spinach), for $75 because it seemed more worth it. A 200g NZ Striploin costs $17.50 while a 200g NZ Ribeye costs $19.50 (both with 2 sides).

We were quite disappointed with the sides because they were all regular-sized. We had (wrongly) assumed they would be bigger to match the portions of 3 people. Also the waitress brought out the sides first and was quite snappy when doing so. I get that you are busy, but still… we didn’t do or say anything to warrant this??

And here we come to the main issue. I’m not sure what cut of beef the 1kg steak is as they just called it “NZ OP Rib Steak”. And it was far from worth it. It was fuckass awful.

The worst steak I have ever eaten (which is saying quite a lot in my case) and not just because it tasted horrid or was poorly cooked, but because of my entire experience in an *ATTEMPT* (again, attempt implies ‘tried and did not succeed’) to eat it.

Jeremy cut the entire thing into 3 portions and let us choose. I picked the part where my finger is in the photo above, where’s the outer layer of fat (which I usually polish off when eating steak, plus I know Jeremy and Farah don’t, so I took it).

The entire piece of meat turned out to be so thick and tendony that I couldn’t cut or bite through it at all. Whichever way / surface / side I tried to cut on with all my strength, I was met with impenetrable rubber (I think this is the first time I’ve used this phrase).

CK tried helping me cut into 4 (?) main pieces and it reminded me of the infamous leg amputation scene in Saw (2004), which actually seemed a breeze compared to what we did at iSTEAKS. Minus the towel in mouth, of course.

(Photo credit)

I managed to cut out another bite-sized piece that I could finally consume. By this time, the rest were already halfway through their meals. Huhuhu… I know they felt very bad because they offered me their food but eh, not their fault at all.

I tried so many methods, from more sawing to biting the whole piece directly, but nothing worked. At this point, I had already exerted so much energy that my hands and arms were starting to ache and I was no longer hungry. Bye appetite.

Eventually, I must have looked quite a sight because Jeremy swopped one piece of his steak with one piece of mine. Few more edible bites of beef for me, yay. I think Jeremy gave up cutting that piece of mine halfway.

iSTEAKS menu

I then asked one of the servers if she had a bigger knife.

Her: “We only have knives in one size.”
Me: “But your steak can’t cut through at all leh.” *showing her my plate* (already quite dulan at the lousy meal I was having so I was being quite guailan)

She offered to bring it back to the kitchen to have the meat cut into small pieces. Everyone knows this is a taboo way to eat steak and defeats the purpose and doesn’t taste as good, but I agreed because it’s not as if I had any other choice. I just want to eat, goddamn it.

In the same snappy manner as mentioned above, she took my plate, then returned afterwards and shoved it back on the table and stalked off without saying anything.

I wasn’t exactly my most courteous self but then again, I’m not the one serving shit food without any remorse.

iSTEAKS review

Anyway, cutting the meat into smaller pieces didn’t work because I still couldn’t bite or chew anything. Plus I nearly choked on a tendon. The only chewable parts are the fats (exploding with oil) but do you see how freaking thick and gross it is?

Don’t think I had more than 10 bites of beef in total. I simply left my plate like that, with gross-looking meat mixed with crumpled tissues to give iSTEAKS an idea of how horrible I found my food. My first time desecrating steak like this but is it still steak if it’s barely fit for human consumption?

Jeremy didn’t finish everything on his plate either but fortunately, Farah’s portion was fine and nobody else was subjected to the same pain I experienced.

Of course, I might have had a better time if I came on a different day and ordered something else… Admittedly the ala carte, non-sharing stuff seemed quite ok. So don’t ever order anything under “communal pleasure” on the menu!

Thank goodness for great company because this was really an abominable meal and a huge disgrace to all steaks out there. Sorry to the cow that died in vain ?