Christmas Eve Dinner at PRP

Had Christmas Eve dinner at our favourite restaurant, PRP. However, we were quite disappointed with the drop in standard of their cuisine. Fooled around with the Christmas party toys while waiting for our order to arrive.

We were like clowns

We particularly loved this plastic yellow hat with golden shimmery strips flowing down on one side, resembling blonde hair. A rare chance for me to act cute. Also a chance for me to feel Rapunzel-ish.

Waiting for 'hair' to grow out

The price of the ala-carte buffet was the same as last year's, but this time, they limited the much-lusted-after peking duck and suckling pig's skin with goose liver to a one-time serving (FREE FLOW last year!). We were quite dismayed to receive two tiny pieces of the former and one piece of the latter.

We enjoyed other dishes such as steamed sea bass Hong Kong-style with minced garlic, salad prawns, cereal prawns, soft shell crabs, fried ee-fu noodles, scallops on tofu with black bean sauce (VERY good) etc.

Prawns and fruits with thousand island dressing

Monk Jumps Over the Wall

Scallop on tofu in black bean sauce

Desserts - Christmas cookies, almond jelly, chocolate tarts, apple strudel

After that, went Mustafa Shopping Centre to window-shop and marvel at the wide variety of products there. At 12am, the 'Final Countdown' was played throughout the store, which sounded cheesy, but we still hummed along anyway.

Had supper of nasi briyani and prata at a nearby coffeeshop, before walking cautiously along Desker Road (and adjacent streets) to take a peek at the quiet and mysterious life lurking in those shophouses and those small dark alleys. The lesser-known evils of that area: Indian trannies and male 'escorts'.

At the coffeeshop

Initially saw three Indians in a brawl and about to get into a scuffle, and we hurriedly slid away before they started to involve us innocent passers-by. As we walked on, we espied hunky Indian trannies standing outside the shophouse gates looking bored. Heard one of them speaking in a manly tone, and we shuddered. Some were dressed elaborately (I shall not use the word 'sexily'), and there were interested patrons going up to them. Then an Asian-looking woman and an Indian man walked past us, giggling amongst themselves, and we knew what was going on (and would go on later). Saw a group of Indians huddled together in a corner, looking like they were having a picnic (of drugs, maybe?). Decided that we had seen enough and took a cab home, complaining to the taxi driver about the taxi fare hikes along the way.