Sunday. 3.30.08 11:03 am
Being an ex-otaku, I am never particular about food.
I can chew,munch and swallow almost anything that is edible and unprovoking of illness.
Still, a certain standard must be met before I do so.
I don't think anyone would like to be served half cooked noodles drowned in nothing but soy sauce.
Being a
normal teenager, I do crave for good food.
Just something different and highly gratifying of my taste buds once in a while.
I won't mind paying tens or even twenties as long as food is good, or at the very least, above average.
And most of the time when it comes to dining, my red notes are spent in value.
However, like anything in life, there are always expections.
I craved for pasta few days ago. So being a typical singaporean, pastamania arrived to mind.
Pastamania is good I thought. It's not too pricey and according to my past experience the food is fairly good.
Hulk hogan approves!
So after school, I made an conventional trip to a nearby pastamania with non-otaku friends.
It was in the late afternoon, so there were hardly any customers.
Plenty of seats are avaliable, I targeted at one that is cosy looking enough and sat down.
It was probably my tenth trip or so to pastamania.
I have tried, at least 7 different kinds of pasta, almost all baked rice, and pizza would be just too filling for me that day.
So I stared at the menu, contemplated hard, but there was nothing outstanding enough to catch my attention.
Before I realized, there was this huge cardboard stand beside me that's promoting the latest japanese style pasta.
In the past, I had never really trust new food promotions.
I believe most are just made out from desperation for new customers, and when compared to the authentic, they will just suck.
Still, I was in a wavering situation at then. So, as an escape route to end my thoughts, I picked one of the five promoted pasta. It was the "BABY EBI(Prawn) PASTA"
I like prawns, they look cute when swimming in the salty sea, and after being skin alived and cooked, they are easy for digestion. Oh and it rhymes with porn too, do you not like porn?
So yeah, prawns and pasta sounds like the perfect match.
I ordered, sat at my seat, waited with liquid almost drooling out of my mouth.
The food came fast. Fast enough to prevent the usuage of my napkin.
warning ... emo part comes now
I stared at my pasta with a cold pair of eyes, jaws hanging and cold sweat started to break.
I was shocked, speechless and in overwhelming horror.
"There wasn't any visible ingredients other than pasta and dried prawns?" I thought to myself.
I tried to convinced myself that my eyes were just playing other fresh and juicy ingredients would be hidden under the pile of pasta.
I lift up my fork in light speed, digged, and digged, and digged so hard as if I was hunting for gold. I failed.
Holy shit, that ominous sign was right, my instinct was right. My eyes weren't playing any sort of foolish prank on me.
I came to the cruel conclusion that my entire plate is just filled with flour and two spoons of dried prawns that hardly measured up to 1cm each.
And even if I were to scream, "What!? I fucking paid $8.90 for pasta with Ikan Bilis?" over and over again. It was too late than.
I could almost sense that smirk of the staff that's cleaning the neighbour table top. I was conned.
I filled my food with cheese,salt and pepper.
Gobbled them up in anger, shame, and disappointment.
Seriously, how the fuck can a famous franchise add dried prawns to their pasta and nothing else.
How could they destroy the hopes of an innocent child and WHY!??
I finally know why emo kids are emo now, life sucks like baby prawns.
end of emo
Dried prawns
+
Pasta
=
Ok sorry for the really bad English and emo as shit post.
I admit I can't do creative writing for nuts sake.
Anyhow, the above really did happened to me.
And it sucked big time. I can easily get myself a movie ticket with $8.90, or some anime files. FUCK PASTAMANIA.
Oh and if you dont believe me that pastamania actually serves pasta with dried prawns. Go order "BABY EBI PASTA" and try it.
URGH. I HATE LIFE.
