That quaint and lovely place

As a secondary student and whenever my bus passed by Jack's Place in Ang Mo Kio, a longing thought would come to my mind that one day when grow up, I would have save enough money and procure a simple meal for myself at Jack's Place.... for by all standards of a HDB boy, a Jack's Place is a Jack's Place is a fine restaurant.

That thought mysteriously vanquished, only to be replaced by the more affordable Marina Bay alfresco BBQ @ $10 per head. Never mind the dripping oil and MSG laden stock, it's a commoner gathering ground for students.

And yet today, SL LLG and I in our quests to find a nice comfy place to chat about his trip to Bangkok (he called it "Bangcan't" though can't isn't supposed to be spelt this way...see post-script please). Before long, our feet took us to the doorstep of the hallow grounds of Jack's Place.

That sweet little place. Of course. To SL LLG, this outlet was also his first Jack's Place visit. What make this a wonderful chatting ground was the right amount of white noise in the background. Not too many dining guests to interfere with our confabulations, nor too little guests for our conversations to be overheard. Another thing is the prices of the food. If inflation has reared its ugly head, the cost of Jack's Place food has certainly walloped it down. Service is just nice, with a homely auntie who would causually top up our water from time to time.

What else was there to stop us? Words left the lips just as easily as thoughts arose from the germinal minds, so that the topics over dinner spanned from how to pronounce plagiarism correctly to what is a palate cleanser to how does a brassage brings about comfort. In the words of Dr Irina Spalko to the alien, "I want to know everything"... that thought dominated our evening... just that only SL LLG has the alien look!





P.S. The forbidding word of a can't (as wrongly spelt again) as used by SL LLG, is all but crude, when we consider that this word is a critical and prominent component to an important twist in the novel and film, Atonement. For Robbie wrote to Cecilia, "In my dreams, I kiss your cunt, your sweet wet cunt. In my thoughts I make love to you all day long." Bearing in mind that Atonement is considered one of the best novels of Ian McEwan, he has certainly avowed how the English Language should endow this word its utmost reverence. Of course, this does not elevate the status of any Beng, Lian and Huay who have wantonly (no pun intended) used this word in their myraid versions and dialects.