I’m guessing that’s the place in (I think) Hong Kong where everything is bathroom themed, and some of the stews are specially formulated to look like they belong in their serving vessels.
The most horrendous thing about that restaurant that I’ve seen so far is that they use plastic spoons. Such orginal china and then they go and @#$% all over it with the use of plastic flatware.
This is a place on the beach in The Gambia that my daughter actually patronized during her semester abroad. That’s a fellow student, foreground.
If I were going to order a bear I would prefer a soft one, personally.
A mild bear might be worth ordering. Scots would be advised against asking for heavy bears. A hoppy bear would not be my choice, but could be entertaining, there.
At first I thought it was some sort of futuristic lucite Metropolis-esque headgear - needlessly odd, but okay - but then I found out that it’s just a blown-up condom. Worse yet. And turning him into a clown is no way to treat a server, if you don’t mind my saying so.
Not particularly. Folks on the web are doing the heavy lifting for me. Like they say, this $#!+ practically writes itself.