So some player-hater wrote in last week and said that nobody cares whether I had falafels in the morning or not. The food and tea porn section of this particular column will be exquisite torture for you, darling.
Went for a touch of spring at FINDS for two nights this week – one was the press preview dinner, and the other was the launch party of their new face. I thought I’d be sick of scapas but I’m not, because chef Jaako Sorsa and his team know exactly what they’re doing. Although I almost died choking on a little baby vendace (totally my own bad) at the party, and had to down the large bottle of Voss and a Beer Bellini to flush the lodged fish down my throat. I was a hot mess.
I’ve never tasted so many excellent varieties of premium Chinese tea in one sitting. It was six courses (11 dishes) of Shanghainese with seven different teas served in different cups. Loved the Song-style celadon and the taller MingCha signature Daffodil. I’ve always been a green tea fanatic, and although my favorite that evening had to be the first flush Longjing (spring buds handpicked by virgins), I think I truly TASTED the darker Oolong and Puer (it does go well with lard from the pan-fried pork buns, like how a Riesling goes with foie) and got to know it Biblically. Diners were worried they’d stay up till four in the morning. Bitch, please. It was a Saturday night. Nightlife has no such reservations.
The tea was especially awesome because I needed that healthy, anti-oxidant caffeine flush since I was hideously hungover from the previous night, which was a lesbian birthday party. Damn, those dykes can drink.
I opted to go to my glamorous lesbian friend’s birthday (no she’s not butch, she wears the most enchanting dresses) at a private kitchen the night before because I hadn’t finished bejeweling my turban for the Indian-themed Hermès party. Plus, the lesbians were going to karaoke afterwards. Hot lesbian mess.