All about that food

Having lunch - Western Food

Our children are not food aficionados by any stretch of the imagination - yet they can easily tell you what is "good" and what isn't.

Of course, anything to be eaten in a coffeeshop, or even worse, in a hawker centre, can definitely not be good.

Maybe it isn't so much about the quality of the food, but the temperature of the surroundings and "cushy-ness" of the seats.

You should hear the groans coming from the backseat when you provide the wrong answer to the oft-asked question, "where are we eating?". The question can be asked in the most inappropriate of times, like when we are rushing to attend an event or finishing up the previous meal.

Imagine the next World War - we are hiding from the enemy in a field, holding our guns tightly against our chests as we crouch down, evading gunfire and camouflaging ourselves from the roaring bombers flying overhead. Even with his face covered with mud and scars and some dried blood above his left eye, Nigel pulls himself in a leopard-crawl over to our side, helmet slightly too big for his head making it slant to the right. You can tell he has very little energy because you can barely hear his voice, or is it the nearby artillery which is drowning it out, but you can read his lips as he mouths the words, "Where are we eating?"

The moan, however, is unmistakable, even with the jets flying overhead about to drop their payload on the enemy. I mean seriously, all the air-conditioned restaurants would definitely have been destroyed by this time.