Schezuan

A full-on day at work. Had a quick lunch of Pho, the delicious Vietnamese beef noodle soup. D. and I met up after work and went to see Hitchhiker's as our "tight-ass Tuesday" moofie. Afterwards I twisted D.'s arm to go to Red Chilli, a Schezuan restaurant in Chinatown. Now, I don't usually eat Schezuan cuisine (we're more Cantonese and Hainanese folk), but I had been wanting to have some Mapu Tofu ever since I saw the Iron Chef Chinese preparing it. Unfortunately it turned out that the dish was fairly one-dimensional, as was the braised duck with konjac (which I thought was cognac mis-spelled, but which turned out to be a correctly spelled but heretofore unknown non-food... Google it if you wanna know). The hot and sour soup was good, but that was small salvation. And so home and to bed, but not before picking up a mango and banana frappe on the walk to help forget the Schezuan experiment, and falling asleep to Douglas Adams reading the first few Dirk Gently chapters (after a quick and frantic search for D.'s keys to the apartment... she's better than David Copperfield, I just don't know how she loses these things).