Eshin Direct

Being house bound over CNY for three days is about as much fun as having a cold over CNY. Of course, this will no doubt set my mother aworry with her constant belief that I’m a sickly child. Anyway, twice tried to order food from the Outback Steakhouse over the last few days, and apparently a firework display and parade float prevent deliveries from their restaurant in Causeway Bay.

Funny, I seem to remember a delivery of Outback steaks to a whole bunch of US servicemen in Afghanistan. Apparently, I haven’t killed my fair number of “insurgents” to the new world order yet to qualify for extraordinary delivery. Otherwise I’m sure I would have been feasting on my Aussie-style tucker, done US-style, much sooner.

As it was, I only got to sink my teeth into a steak today. All is well. Except for me that is. Hope I’m better tomorrow. Else, I’ll write about my undying hatred for the offensive crouton, France’s curse on Western cuisine.