Nightlife [Confidential] Volume 1. Ivan Boone's Lim
smirks and unapologetic glee. I wouldn’t have blamed the manager had he secretly wished for someone in the group to develop an instant, fatal peanut allergy. But to his credit, he pursued the matter no further and left them to their devices as they continued making absolute idiots of themselves, much to the disdain of the other patrons.
We were not present at the final transgression, for it was a club manager who told us the following story: During the early hours of a weekend when the club was beginning to get quite crowded, he noticed a group of middle-aged patrons helping themselves to “kueh” (a vernacular term for cakes) from a large plastic container which one of them had whipped out of a giant supermarket plastic bag.
“Damn low class, lah,” he lamented. “They think picnic or what. If they were in a park, OK lah, but here...” he trailed off with a facepalm
Did he attempt to stop them?
“I told them lah, but they continued,” he said, shaking his head in despair. “What to do?”
But he did cheer up when we suggested he may have been interrupting their DIY attempt at food and liquor pairing.
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