After several weeks deprivation, I and a few other sublic pervants made our way past the Burmese Place in the hopes that the sign about it being shut until February was some cruel hoax.
Rounding the corner of the Quick & Go, our hearts simultaneously fluttered as we saw the familiar sign of people, who don’t seem to really understand personal space or how to queue, banking up outside the Burmese Place.
In some ways, I wish it hadn’t re-opened. I suppose my suspicion should have been aroused by the fact that Mr & Mrs Burmese had been replaced by slightly gangster looking youths. The food just wasn’t the same. The eggs of the egg curry seemed smaller, the potatoes weren’t disintegrating in my mouth, even the rice was under cooked. Worst of all, the taste was gone. Bland city despite extra chili.
Can someone please tell me that the children of Mr & Mrs Burmese decided to be particularly industrious and open shop a few weeks before their ‘rents returned? Will we see a return to norm for the Burmese Place or is this the beginning of the end?