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Big fans, too. Enough to get, out of curiosity, "Hieronymus Bosch: The Complete Works." There's some weird shit in there.

Hey! You better wash your mouth out with soap.

Now you're stigmatizing us 5 pm diners. I do it because I often have a 5 am awakening the next morning and need to go to bed early on weekday nights. Plus, it's quieter.

I should add, if it needs adding, that this was another spectacular meal. I had the longer format tasting menu, and there was hardly a foot placed wrong, even a toe. Oddly, it's the smallest things that leave the largest impressions: The splendid, unadorned clean taste of the belon oysters. The succulence of the white asparagus. The creaminess of the uni atop the pascoline. Not to knock the superbness of everything else. Two weeks-ish ago I was eating in Paris, and this meal was better than any I had there.

I dine, on those occasions when I can call shoveling food down my mouth "dining", at the currently unfashionable hour of 5. At that hour there are vacant seats, based on a few experiences last fall, and again today. (On game night, the evening I was there, it was pretty full.) But, empty seats at time x does not mean available seats. There may be legs walking to propel their bums to occupy those very seats at time x + epsilon.

"many find eating out alone to be rife with awkwardness and judgment." I ate solo at Foxface tonight and my experience wasn't rife with any of that. Get with the Krishna program will you Foxface?

Around the time you posted, the NYT read your mind and published a "36 hours" piece on Singapore: https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2025/03/13/travel/things-to-do-Singapore.html?unlocked_article_code=1.5E4.v9ec.ZEySRQTPPTXI&smid=url-share Right at the start there's a mention of Singlish with a link to this: https://www.nytimes.com/2016/05/14/opinion/do-you-speak-singlish.html?unlocked_article_code=1.5E4.sg7z.D5M4Lp7Ga1Gz&smid=url-share amusingly "rebutted" here: https://mothership.sg/2016/05/pm-lees-press-secretary-rebuts-sporean-literary-critics-new-york-times-article-on-singlish/

Let us know how that works out for you. We were in Leeds over Christmas, Bronte territory, and attempted a rereading of the combo-oeuvre prior to our pilgrimage to Haworth. My wife tackled Jane Eyre. I attempted Wuthering Heights and found it impenetrable. Eventually I switched to 100 best things to do in Leeds and was a happy man thereafter. My wife went on to Charlotte's Villette. Here's the table at which the family sat and wrote:

Yes, my wife said "I bet you loved this one." Except, I read the New Yorker for the articles, so never glance at the pictures.

Haré Krishna, those look like old books. You must be pushing 40. Me, I had a bunch of tattered Penguin paperbacks, some with the classic orange bands, but when my grand re-reading project began I started buying these new, pretty, hardcover Everyman's editions. I envy you yours. You did say you were downsizing. How about a dollar for the lot, and dinner at Foxface after I return from Paris next week?

The demise of @Sneakeater has stripped this group of 33 1/3% of its reading-books membership. It's just you and I, now. But, I'll disappoint you. Your tastes are too rich for my blood. I'm a simpleton and am currently re-reading [1] all of P.G. Wodehouse, all 90+ish books. Worse, I'm reading them aloud my Italian-American wife [2], complete with excursions on the side into commentaries on the opus [3]. FOOTNOTES: [1] Indians of my generation were huge fans of Wodehouse, as evidenced (to use a word Wodehouse would never) by this Telegu version of Uncle Dynamite. I also gather that there's a following in China for Thank You, Jeeves. [2] She makes me do it [3] See essays by George Orwell, Anthony Lane, et al

Indians have been using pressure cookers for decades, but what do we know? That aside, there are subtle differences in creaminess, etc., between pressure-cooking and slow-.

This, in turn, reminds me of an indignant comment once in the NYT on a recipe that called for Parmesan rinds. How many pounds of parm do I have to buy, then cut off the cheese and throw it away before I have enough rinds, the incredulous poster demanded to know, and are we millionaires? Given the dollar-to-ruble ratio, the short answer is yes in our new country, billionaires even. That aside, how many chickens did you throw away just for their skin you profligate?

Let me add that, while I'm ambivalent on tofu as a sub for paneer, I do think you're onto something with the addition of cauliflower. I'm tasting it, as I write, on my mind's tongue and I like. Needs some calibrated spicing, though, to balance the blandness.

Sick already of Jerseywhoresy?