CSP saga

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i was damn mad jus now. over 3 char siew pau. okay, the story started off like tis.

other half and i went to east ocean for yum cha. after abt 20mins in the queue, it was finally our turn. we were really famished so we ordered and ordered but stuck to our list anyway. (we always write a list of dim sum we feel like having that day). har gow, yee chi gow, seafood gow, pork ribs, chicken feet, csp, pei dan chok, tau foo fa, mango pudding.

after the pei dan chok, we had enough and went for our respective dessert. so we ta bao the 3 untouched csp. hehe, i sure know we cant finish so much food but ordered it anyway. their csp is the best i've had so far, including singapore. if u dont know already, i'm halal. i dont eat all pork. my mom hated it for she has to cook alternatives but she has gotten used to it eversince. its been so long already.

so we told the wait staff to pack the csp. we waited and waited. saw him zipping in and out of our supposedly vip area (they open up the area to cater to weekend crowds). we were so finished with our dessert (left licking the bowls) and were ready to make a move but still no sight of the csp. other half waved for the same wait staff and asked him what happened to our csp. he said to wait for the cart. huh? huh? i beg your pardon?!! we were referring to our ta bao-ed csp. he seems to have forgotten abt it already...in jus less than 10mins?!? okok, i wont blame him. business was so good and he probably ta bao many csp too.:P we waited and waited.... still no csp. the (something like) managers or perhaps supervisors walked by and one saw that we had no more stuff on the table and thought we were waiting for our bill. we then told her we were waiting for our ta bao-ed csp. she let out that "paiseh" look like she forgotten all abt it, gave that wry smile and spoke cantonese into her walkie talkie and walked off.

within mins, a lady came with the csp and she wanted to chop on our card. we were trying to tell her those csp were from a chop before. she raised her head to look at us and mumbled "no...no", drew a circle on "5" within the "medium" row (that is, that was our 5th medium dish) and walked away, without hearing us out (apparently she speaks not much english).

so we thought we'll sort it out at the cashier. we went there and explained to the paiseh manager. she didnt get it. the real manager (in suit) came and we explained at least 3 times to him. no one seems to understand english us. arghhhhh!!!!! i wish we spoke cantonese. we wanted to get the wait staff who attended to us to come forward to explain but other half said thay guy seem so blur. no point at all. for once, i felt like i cant stand up for myself, over such a simple matter. i seem to have lost my voice. my first time feeling the language dialect barrier. but still, i didnt care. i carried on explaining even though the restaurant was jam packed, carts were whizzing past us and a queue of hungry grouchy-looking customers standing nearby. and frankly, its not abt the $4.20 (though it'll be $8.40 for jus 1 serving of csp). its abt money paid for something we didnt eat. in the midst of explaining, i so wanted to give up but i dont believe no one understands me (yep, by tis time, i took over the talking from other half). its a principle i want to stand up to. so what happened after a long saga, they voided that receipt and issued us a new one. i tell u, the staff really should go for english classes. the place is so popular with angmohs, and if they ever encounter another csp saga, they'll be able to handle mah. :P to think that i raved so much abt east ocean. tis dining experience may well be my last. hehe... i'm not so petty. even though i mentioned on my blog that i will boycott kingsford chinese, i still ta bao stuff from them.

~~the alleged csp~~


we were all over the place in the afternoon. chinatown, pitt street, martin place (near channel seven's studio. where we stumbled on what we thought was the movie set of Superman V. taxis, cars, buses - all with US license plates; probably made up ones, props, camera lights, etc), bondi junction then back to martin place (we bought return train tix) for more Superman V action. no leh, no sight of superman. there was filming done at the end of the footpath where we stood but access was denied. we hung ard for a while taking pictures and seeing one water truck splashing water on the road to create rainy weather before heading home. it was getting cold and i didnt wear enough.