Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

TGI Fridays

I’ve just had lunch with an old friend at the darnest place. His office is in some strange mall populated by high-end hi-fi equipment pimps and snarky lawyers, which usually means the building is as boring as hell with the occasional seedy bar or massage parlour (old whore in tow) in the basement.

“Let me bring you to this place. Steak’s only six bucks!” says he.

But we wind up having noodles and fried rice with thai-style mussel clams as a side dish in this ridiculously out of place little restaurant on the 3rd floor, hidden away behind a row of collectors-only vinyl music shops. The shop is run by a husband and wife team who are neither old nor young and speak in a series of grunts that convey enough meaning for us to figure that we owe them 10 bucks.

“Everybody eating inside here is a lawyer” proclaims my friend, to which I respond saying that for lawyers they sure seem to be slumming it up with us here. Afterwhich he takes offence and sulks into his bowl of noodles. Little does he know that I detest lawyers (unless they’re into indie music). Later I apologize and we descend into his shop for me to abuse his high-end sound equipment while raiding the contents of his fridge.

It’s a Friday wat.

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Must be Adelphi.

i second ngader.. and i know which store you went to =)

Just a correction - lawyers eating at that particular shop don’t “slum it”. Especially if they happen to be junior lawyers. Lawyers don’t make THAT much in Singapore you know.

what happened to the ‘eat steaks’ plan?

i’m a law student, but i love indie music. phew, safe from the wrath of the mighty zeus- i am protected by the shield of death cab and the helmet of bell XI!