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Thursday, November 10, 2005

today was my sister's birthday.
so we went to this restaurant called The Ship.
read the menu. and found this nice sounding dish called chicken ala ship.
only we couldnt stand the waitress, so we ordered chicken ala shit.

and the daft old lady didn't even notice..
she nodded solemnly and said "ok. one chicken ala ship. anything else?"

(:
i resolve to do this the next time i go there. if ever.
the freaking garlic bread was literally, a slice of BREAD with some funny tasting stuff on top. and it was ONE DOLLAR PER PIECE!
seriously. i could cook garlic bread better than they can, and i don't even know how!