Welcome to Oyster Heaven/ Welcome to Oyster Hell

I was en-route to a fairly routine client lunch this afternoon when a sudden change in plan led us to the Raffles Hotel Long Bar Steakhouse where, for a bargain price of S$40 +++, we got fantastic steak, great service and ...(drumroll) as much live oysters as I could put away under the circumstances. And by under the circumstances, I mean in front of a client without giving away the fact that I am a bottomless oyster chomping pit/ behaving like a true Singaporean at a buffet.

Effectively, this amounts to about a dozen oysters, 2 shrimp, asparagus soup, cheese, salmon tart, one filet mignon and a bunch of vegetables. Most of the oysters were fairly well behaved under the lemon squirt, but a few were downright frisky. Not only did they cringe into a tight little muscle mass when I squeezed lemon juice on them, they also twitched pathetically when I poked the fork in for the kill.

Vegetarians of the world are probably screaming. If they read this. But anyway.

I can rant for a fair bit longer about the great oysters and the fantastic oysters and the nice .. oysters. But I think I already have. But with great oysters come great responsibility. My stomach is now growling and churning for reasons I can only attribute to angry oyster gods. And yet all I can think about is Oh Yippee! If I get sick over this meal, I'll be able to write a complaint letter about how I got sick over this meal, which would result in the hotel giving me a voucher for a free meal and I can go and get more oysters. Yay!

And this time, I'm going without the client.