On the up: Bohemian spirit
On the down: Dry corporate souls

It was Sharon's birthday today which was really just another excuse for us to trolley our way down to Cafe Cafe (the prettiest restaurant in KL, by far), and stuff our faces with divine food.

To get in with the Bohemian spirit, Gerry even wore a hat and scarf thing. How very 1920s Paris.

Am sure you all know it, but but but...isn't Cafe Cafe just too pretty?.......

Just because it's Cafe Cafe, we all put our sepia settings on for extra cheesy campy old-time effect. Seeeeee how cute it looks:

Pity Sharon's head got chopped, but I love how candid and happy this looks. Very 1920s carefree, French cafe luvin, no?

Oh but I do love it when photos are captured spontaneously.... which explains why Wills looks like he's about to tip over sideways (he looks really quite handsome here tho - and you'd have to use the word handsome to describe someone when you're in Cafe Cafe, and taking sepia photos).

Okay okay, but we do love modern technology and beautiful coloured photos and digital cameras. So here is a cheesy group shot of us all poised and posed and grinning into the flash.

Oh wait, William just sent me this - the sepia thing really does look a million times better:

Funny! What the hell are we all doing? Sharon's the only one who actually knows we're taking a photo.

They really do the best creme brulees there. And the best foie gras except Susan sat across me and said "Oh but I was thinking about the poor ducks..." which totally put me off ordering it. So I had mozzarella instead.

There was a bloody rude waiter there though. He just couldn't understand that I wanted amaretto and 7-up, served separately.

First he bought the amaretto.

Then he bought a can of Sprite but like d'uh how am I gonna mix the two without a glass?

So then he bought a glass of ice. But I wanted a twist of lemon (it makes all the difference).

In the end, he got really stroppy and passed the job on to another waiter. It's not that hard, is it? He looked really pissed off every time we asked him for something... which er, sort of defeats the whole purpose of being a waiter, no?