Melody and I went to Mary Cheng in Central for dinner last night. The food was pretty good. Some dishes were a bit Americanized and meat-heavy but I was hungry and tired from coding in Verilog for the past few days. For some reason this turns me into a meat loving boorish American.
After the meal I cracked open my fortune cookie. Lately I’ve been getting vague compliments instead of fortunes. However, this time it just said “Fruit”. It seemed odd that my omniscient cookie could be so wrong about my sexual orientation. I also wondered why my cookie wanted to insult me.
Turns out that I was reading the reverse “teach yourself terrible chinese” side.