BM CNY Dinner 2007 @ Grand Shanghai

Shanghainese drug lord

Damn style couple, Eric and Gen

Toto Foto (update: not so lucky after all!)

Group shot of happy people (Back, Left: Jole, Melvin, Mike, Kenneth, Me, Liru, Ping
Front, Left: Shuling, Dawn, Pat, Aaron, Gen, Selena)

Don't ask.

We even had Huang Fei Hong! a.k.a. Andrew

Media monitors are we

Magnum or Blue Steel?

Ten points to Kenneth for acting like a drunk.

Our foto table

I really wasn't ready. Really.

Ultimate tee-ko face

Just had our company dinner at the Grand Shanghai, a pretty classy place, I must say, which, sadly, was invaded by a conga line of drunks and a gyrating auntie from ph*llips. Let me explain.

Being a relatively small group comprising of four tables, we had one corner of the place to ourselves, though we were located right next to the toilet, and hence had a constant stream of curious onlookers enroute to the little boys room.

The main area, laid out like a 1950's Shanghainese lounge (at least I think so), was filled by about 50 or so office staff from Ph*llips. The night started off fine, the rich and soulful voice of the songstress there is reason enough for a return trip, I say. Her voice reverberated around the 150 capacity restaurant effortlessly with practiced ease and poise.

And then, alcohol happened.

Yes, we all are entitled to a few drinks now and then, but getting downright wasted and acting like an inconsiderate fool to the other paying patrons just isn't cool.

Yes Ph*llips. You guys were outta line. Well, you DID form a frigging conga line at around 9pm and yam-senged your voices away, BUT AT OUR EXPENSE.

Do it in your company office all you like. Do it at your niece's wedding for all I care. But when you are but one half of 150 people, you damn well show some respect and keep your nonsense to acceptable levels.

One or two times, heck, five times would've been ok. But you guys yam-senged at least 20 times in a row. Or more. WHY??

Ok. Rant over.

Over to the food. The food wasn't too bad, with the stand out dish being *gasp* the yusheng. Gone were the weird fake green things and overly sweet dressings. I like their yusheng.

The Peking duck was also pretty good. But the food was quite little overall. Oh well.

We tried really hard to have fun though. We went around taking polaroids and posing with ching chong accessories from Chinatown. woo! I think overall the place is really nice in terms of decor and ambience and band, food is ok, but watch out for the other patrons and tr to go on a weeknight lah.

Less chance of meeting horror patrons, damn that gyrating auntie is a bad memory. go away.