That day we went to this Chinese restaurant at Lion City Hotel to celebrate Ah Mah's 87th birthday. You know, food just seems to taste better in a restaurant than in a hotel. Even the sharks' fins soup, oh my god, when I saw the amount of sharks' fins that was in that big bowl, all I can say is "wah eh sim jin tiah". Being a restaurant, their sharks' fins soup is unlike those you will probably find in wedding banquets. That was one "bunch" of golden colored rubber bands in the midst of cornstarch-laden broth. I totally wasn't in the mood, but everyone else was slurping happily, pouring dark vinegar and pepper into their bowl of "delicacy".
And on another occasion, we went to another Chinese restaurant to celebrate Mother's Day. My brother did the ordering when one of the waiter suggested that we order the sharks' fins soup. Again. But then everyone in my family knew I don't take that, so we passed. Then the waiter said,"What about sharks' bone?" I told him, isn't that the same? And he replied, no it's not the fins, it's the bone. Then I gave up and whispered to my brother,"Here we are trying not to eat anything from a shark and there he is saying that it's not the same." I just rolled my eyes and think to myself, these people are really not aware of saving the sharks campaign, do they?
Next time I should boycott Chinese restaurants that serves sharks' fins.
"If you call that delicacy, why don't you just drink a bowl of glue with some shredded paper?"
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