It’s Friday night. We met up for dinner, this restaurant inside a trendy furniture store we’d wanted to try. But it was too expensive so we ended up at a more local joint. We spent probably half of what we would have at the other place but the food quality was just as good, if not better. A dozen mixed satays and Singapore noodles that was light and not oily.
Like that dinner we had in Cy’an, inside the Metropolitan in Bangkok. Big name, small portion, fusion wannabe. That dinner cost $70 for the both of us and we left the restaurant feeling a bit cheated. Who cares about pretentious names or how many sauces there are on the plate. It’s not that we can’t afford it but it just wasn’t worth it. Value for money is the buzzword.