The Cat had a perceived “familial obligation” to fulfill.
Restaurant was packed with a private party. But instead of closing the restaurant to other customers, they squeezed us into a corner by the cashier (I guess if there’s space, they’ll make a buck).
The Cat thought The Mouse makes better soup. 🙂
I think one of the main reasons why this restaurant was chosen …
Not bad, could’ve used more fermented bean curd.
Written on the back. The Cat translates “Only Reserved for Boss”. So … last night, I ate like a boss. In hindsight, the indents in the seat did feel a little bossy. Hee hee.
Off to the eye doctor for a check-up. Pictures may be a bit fuzzy today.
Enjoy. Eat well.