French Connection

Last week, my friend got us two meal vouchers to Lemon Grass.


Lemon Grass is a restaurant within the Leisure Commerce Square building. In some way, Lemon Grass is similar to this blog, as the restaurant is operated by the students of Taylor's College School of Hospitality and Tourism. Of course, I'm different from them because I don't attempt to poison you with words and pictures. :)

Sorry for being stereotype, but it's my stomach we're talking about. Who knows that they might use some sauce which is expired and causes me to suffer from food poisoning and ends up at a hospital preparing my last words? Or maybe they slip off a banana peel when they serve tossed salad and I ends up being tossed instead? I can't help thinking that we're given the meal vouchers to be a laboratory mice. -____-


AHHHHHH THE HORROR!!!!! @.@

But heck, despite its name, the restaurant was not a lemon at all. In fact, the food and services are so great that it makes me want to speak in French. XD


(Courtesy of Babel Fish Translation)

Bonjour les gens ! Je sais que vous tout vous demandez dans l'excitation ce que j'ai eu ainsi je ne perdrai pas le temps. Pour des démarreurs, nous avions asperges et oeuf poche, sauce Hollandaise. Je ne l'ai pas aimée beaucoup, car l'oeuf était très froid et je n'aime pas les oeufs froids. Et la sauce à Hollandaise n'est pas exactement la meilleure sauce au monde.

Mais le plat principal était assez délicieux pour que j'oublie les oeufs.


Pour le plat principal, j'ai Steak de maquereau grille, sauce vin blanc celery braise et pommes roties. Le poisson était très gentil ! Bien qu'il n'ait pas été grillé à la perfection, il était près de parfait ! Je l'ai aimé tellement que j'aie même mangé les poissons et son plat de mon ami. XD

RIRE DEHORS FORT!!


Finally, we had stuffed pancake with raspberry sauce for dessert. It was magnificent! It is a pancake stuffed with cream inside and tied up with a string of spaghetti. When you put it into your mouth, the cream will come out and fill you up with excitement. To add, we also can dip it into the raspberry sauce. The fulfillment of eating it is indescribable.

(Actually I want to translate the previous paragraph into French too, but then again, it sounds SO DAMN WRONG. So if you're wondering why I suddenly write in English, you try to translate it into French and then English again using Babel Fish Translation. Don't say I didn't warn you)


After experience the gourmet food served by the Taylorians themselves first-hand, I will no longer stereotype them. In fact, if I were given two meal vouchers to eat at there again, I will go there by myself. >)