In my family, our Christmas Eve tradition is to go out for dinner together before having lunch at my parents’ place on Christmas Day. This year, however, we changed things up, and instead went for yum cha at lunch time on Christmas Eve.
I know. We’re crazy. Next year, who knows? We might end up eating chicken nuggets whilst swinging en masse across a valley on a Flying Fox, or eating Trolli Gummi Worms in the middle of a circle of oboists.
For the time being, however, I’ll simply tell you about the yum cha.
Our Christmas Eve lunch took place at Ginseng, which is found in the Hellenic Club along with a Greek-influenced bistro and Italian Trattoria-style restaurant. Globalisation win! My brother and I arrived early, which led me to declare that there’s no better place to take photos than in the middle of a carpark on a scorching day.
I love my brother. I also miss him, because he is currently in America. The blighter.
What’s that, Whitey McWhitester?
Here is me, in front of my car. Did I tell you I bought my parents’ car a few months ago? I did. The end. This photo was taken right before I told E.TeacherLord that I was making Raspberry Whip for Christmas, and therefore right before we both started singing/screeching “I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth”.
Eventually, though, we joined the rest of our ten-person-strong family group for the eating part of lunch.
You see, half of the people at the table went for yum cha, and half ordered a la carte.
The above bowl of soup is what I received, but I’m almost certain it wasn’t what I ordered. Our waitress was either quite incompetent or simply off with the fairies, and seemed to have no idea what I was saying when I ordered the duck noodle soup with pickled cabbage. I was served a plain vegetable noodle soup, with little flavour. However, everyone else seemed to enjoy their food, and Christmas is a time of much other eating and deliciousness, so I wasn’t too upset about my order failure.
I was, however, slightly upset that I missed out on the dessert trolley. My guess is I was distracted by a) the unpleasant taste of Pepsi, which I ordered on a whim after not having had it for years, b) talking with my aunt about her upcoming trip to Laos, or c) posing for photos with my brother.
The handsome blighter.