I was in a pretty mixed up place this night. I'd just been to Chinatown and agonised over what to eat. After drinking a couple of 600ml beers very quickly and eating some excellent roasted peanuts I got quite melancholy and decided not to have dinner.
When I got back to near where my hotel is I found that a street nearby where I'm staying is like a mini-Chinatown with tables and chairs dragged out onto the street and car access greatly inhibited.
I chose lala (whatever they are) to tempt fate in some way - I'm not entirely sure how it works exactly. They were pretty good, about a hundred little snotty nuggets as vehicles for the sambal sauce and not very filling, which is what I was looking for after a few 3-meal-a-day days.
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