The restaurant settles in a ghostly alley of San Po Kong. At night, there is no one in the dark streets but a couple of black cats lurking in shaded corners, eyes widened to form pairs of white spots. They reside in the area for a while now. No one knows where they came from. The restaurant is next to an abandoned store. The dim lights from the restaurant entrance seems not very welcoming.
Natalie and I went in. We live around the block and there’re not many options to choose from when it comes to food. We knew about this place online. We haven’t tried it before so we thought why not give it a try.
The Bolognese spaghetti with dip-fried shrimps was awful. Very bland. There was no tomato flavour whatsoever. Consistency was watery. Minced pork was so few. The spaghetti was overcooked as well. Shrimps were equally terrible. They broke apart instantly when I lifted them up with my fork. Tasteless as well.
At some point I thought to myself: ‘Did I just lose my sense of taste?’ I wondered. But my companion reassured me that me taste buds were fine.
Natalie’s cold-served udon in sesame sauce was not awful, but the sauce was surprisingly sweet. It came with dip-fried shrimps as well. Guess what - they sucked too.
On the way home, I looked into the sky as Natalie and I strolled down the quiet streets of San Po Kong. I simply wasn’t sure what I had eaten tonight.