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Recently the canteen at work has brought in sushi to the selection of foods available. This makes a nice change from the salads that I normally prepare from the salad bar and I now have another healthy eating option for lunch. Thankfully though all the sushi is made by an external company, as I’m sure those in similar corporate environments could attest, the food made in the corporate canteen isn’t the best at times. I just wouldn’t trust them with sushi.

I digress. I was munching away on the sushi which today was wrapped in tapioca. That got me thinking about something that I haven’t had for a while – Bubble Tea! Ahh, delicious tea with the added texture of tapioca pearls. Now, you know my opinion of Ft Lauderdale foodstuff isn’t the highest at the moment but I was thinking that somewhere should serve bubble tea given that there are like a million people living around the area. I actually found a search engine that specifically looks for Bubble Tea at www.bobafind.com. You know what? I had to broaden the search to include all of Florida to get any results. According to that search engine, there are 10 spots where you can buy bubble tea in all of Florida. Ten. I thought that was a bit low for 18 million people, so I looked towards Google local search. There is one place I could find in South Florida that serves bubble tea, and it’s at a place called Lan Pan-Asian Cafe in Miami. I’m going to make a special trip there pretty soon – I have a craving that needs to be put to rest.

Finally stuff seems to be working out, but only after a lot of effort and a few tears here and there (joking about the tears part). I have conquered part of the code and the damn radio seems to be doing what I’m telling it to do! Amazing, yes. God damn engineering is frustrating. I’m also amazed how much taking a step back from the work can be in getting it completed. Example, I was up till midnight trying to get this code working and then I gave up in frustration. I came back this morning and *bam* I instantly saw what was going wrong.

I think my accent is slightly changing, but into what I don’t know. I listen to BBC the whole day pretty much, and then I probably watch the latest Dr Who or Top Gear episodes when I get home. That’s a lot of Brit accent. Then I’m hearing American accents at work – what’s a real crack up is when a guy with a Brooklyn accent gets fired up and starts swearing. It’s hilarious! If I end up sounding like that when I cursed I wouldn’t care too much.

I got news yesterday that my Visa renewal petition had been approved, so at some point in the near future I’m to take a trip to Canada and go snowboarding or something. Oops, I mean, get my Visa renewed at the consulate there.

So in my quest to find some good eatin’ food in Ft Lauderdale (the past two times have been somewhat ordinary, IMHO) I went with some friends to a restaurant called “The French Quarter”. Oh, quick disclaimer, I ain’t going to review this place like Chi-Hoong could at his website. He knows quite a bit more about food than I do and can probably pronounce the food on the menu better than I could ever hope to. However even if I can’t pronounce the damn food I at least know if it tastes good, because I eat a lot of food and have a good sample size to draw from.

Anyway, I digress. We went to this restaurant and I ended up ordering the Beef Wellington (I could pronounce that) with some wine. My mate got talked into ordering some more expensive wine but that didn’t worry me in the slightest. At least he didn’t go for top of the range on the wine list which was $15,000 a bottle (yes, you read that right).

My Beef Wellington was pretty good. I think the waiter originally screwed his nose up at me because I ordered it medium-well, rather than medium. Blasphemous, I know. The wine was so-so. I thought that a bottle of Saltram No.1 would beat it hands down but you can’t win everything I guess. Anyway at the close of the dinner the hurt came out to be $210 between the three of us. French, expensive, but okayish I guess.

I was talking to a guy here at work about the French Quarter and he said the person who owns it is a millionaire who actually owns a few of the strip malls in downtown Ft Lauderdale. That’s a lot of money, people. He said that the owner would most likely have been the one cleaning the floor. If I had known that I would have tried asking him to clean my shoes as well. I’ve never had a millionaire clean my shoes before. I would have tipped well.

For those of you I’d call ‘regulars’ you may well have noticed that updates are not coming as often as they used to. I think I’m burned out from blogging. Well, not only that, I’m just burned out in general. 70 hours last week at work really took out any remaining energy I had. My energy levels have not been this low for quite a while. But maybe this is all just a short term thing that I’m going through because I’m so exhausted.

I did order, what I thought, were some pretty cool shirts the other day. They should be arriving before the end of the week. One of them has a drawing of an island at sunset and it has some little graves on it. The writing says “Florida… stay awhile”. I was going to wear that one to work. The other is in the same style as the Nascar logo and says “B-O-R-I-N-G”. If I ever go to watch a Nascar race then I reckon I’d wear that one. Hopefully the rednecks would see the funny side of it, because you know, I’m actually at the race so how can I think it is boring? Well, we’ve all seen Jerry Springer I’m sure, so maybe they wouldn’t understand the humour, and maybe the last thing I’d see on this earth was a great bunch of toothless freaks wearing overalls bearing down on me with pitchforks. Was that too much of a cliche there?

I do like paying people out, just for a laugh of course, and I expect to get payed out in return. If I don’t get payed out, or they don’t see the funny side, then I assume there is a major lack of the humour gene and I’m guessing I won’t find them too interesting to hang around with. However I think I may have overstepped it when I went to Crobar in South Beach Saturday night. A girl was visiting down from Chicago and a bunch of us went out partying. Well it seemed that one of the girls in the group didn’t like the music, or was too tired, or something like that and she had her arms crossed whilst standing in the middle of the dancefloor. I saw this and immediately starting impersonating her. Then I thought “I’m dancing with my arms crossed… like Russians sort of do!” and so I started dancing like they “sort of” would. Admittedly, I was only going on what I remember from “Fiddler on the Roof”. I don’t think she appreciated it though because she called her friends to the toilets soon after that they left. I’d like to think it wasn’t because of what I did, but perhaps it was.

Best thing I’ve heard today: “Don’t work too hard… just get it done by tomorrow”.