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Even though E. was only down for two days, we still managed to make the most of it - and typically, this fair city decided to make it sub 10 degrees celsius for the entire weekend (can I just say here and now that I cannot wait till I leave this place). He arrived (looking rather sleep deprived because he had finished work at 11:30pm the night before) on Saturday morning and off we went to lunch - hoping to make it to a Taiwanese eatery that we had often frequented for bubble tea, but never actually ate at. On the way down, we noticed students decked in costumes carrying Scrumpy bottles. Charming - I simply rolled my eyes. It wasn't until we drove to the restaurant that we noticed the road block of the street right next door to it that we realised that it was the annual student-dress-as-your-inner-whore-drunken-fest, which pretty much killed our prospects of eating there because there were hordes of inebriated eighteen and nineteen year olds right beside it. I interject again here to say that I cannot wait to leave this place. So instead, we hightailed into town and got some udon noodles, which in hindsight was actually almost as satisfying, given that temperatures had dropped another degree or so.

E. then got a haircut - and I have to say, he did look rather dashing. I don't really like to use the word, but it is an apt adjective, given the fact that the hairdresser who was cutting his hair and the other one present at the hair studio stopped to ooh and ahh over the finished product. The hairdresser is probably the one thing that I will miss about this place (oh, now that I think about it - the indie cafe with the fabulously seasoned french fries as well).
We then got coffees at a newly opened hipster cafe and bar and shared a pain au chocolat - the coffee was probably rather meh, but the pain au chocolat was pretty stellar. A spot of shopping later (p.s. Hallensteins - big ups for stocking clothes for smaller men and I have to say, your style is improving), it was pretty much dinner time. We had plans to visit the restaurant on the main street that had won awards for its red meat, but had eschewed in the past because... actually, I'm not sure why. I think it's partly my fault because it's engrained in my head that the fancy restaurants in town are all in the suburbs - i.e. to get five star food, you have to drive out of the city centre. I am a food snob. Anyway, we got there and it turned out that it was all booked out for a private function (and luckily, we had decided to drive there from my house, even though it is literally a five minute walk from my place because it had started to rain and the wind had picked up). So on we drove to the seaside suburb for hopes of getting the five star food that we were hoping for. Unfortunately it was all booked out and by this point, we were cold and rather hungry. So we called Plato and lo and behold, they had just one table left so we pretty much dashed there (and later, the maitre d' told us that he received five calls right after we had called).

Ah, Plato. You never ever fail to disappoint me. The service was attentive and the food arrived so promptly - I've always been so happy each and every time I've been (also another reason why I don't branch out because I've always been perfectly satisfied by the food from Plato). We got our orders in before the large groups at the other tables and so out came our paua fritters in record time, which were sublime. Our mains appeared not ten minutes later. E. ordered lamb rump, while I had dukkah crusted tuna steak. E's lamb was delicious but I shit you not, my tuna steak was phenomenal (in fact, when I later burped at home, it still tasted delicious - or as E. said, it tasted good both on the way down and up). We eschewed dessert (their cappuccino creme brulee is not to be snobbed) in favour of our favourite ice cream that we ate while watching a concert of Michael Buble performing live at Madison Square Garden - washed down with cider.

Sunday morning, we went to church and then went out to brunch with M. and J. - bacon pancakes with maple syrup, where have you been my entire life?! I am in love.
E. and I then decided to go to the newly opened museum for coffee and a bit of exploring because it was again, bitterly cold. We spent nearly two hours wandering inside and were not even close to finishing. It was actually a pleasant surprise because given the fact that E. dislikes reading, I thought he wouldn't be interested in reading the placards of accompanying information beside each display, but he turned out to have a much longer attention span than me (so maybe, I'm not as cultured as I think I am).

I had long pooh poohed the museum because I didn't really hold much expectation for it, but it turned out to be quite an interesting and informative experience - and there's nothing really better than wandering inside a museum on a cold day, holding hands and reading the entire afternoon. After being booted out at 4pm, we figured we had an hour and a half to spare before dinner, but neither of us were particularly keen on returning back to a cold flat. So instead, we headed off to play indoor mini golf. The first hole offered a prize if you managed to get a hole-in-one. E. snorted and decided that he wasn't going to try. The golf ball then rolled - as if it was going to fall in after one shot, but then it bounced out. It was hilarious. I obviously lost resoundingly, but it was still a lot of fun. After that, we had dinner and then he drove back.

Also, he bought me creme brulee tea. I am so spoilt and spend half my time bitching about inconsequential things. Whyyyy can't you be around all the time? Ah, E. I feel so disgusting from the amount of food I've consumed this weekend, but you make me so incredibly happy.