Steakified

Last weekend, The Husband and I, along with the rest of his family as per our weekend usual, went to The Ship along Sri Bahari Road for dinner. When it comes to Western food, I'm usually a boring, ol' Fish & Chips girl. But after tasting the tender beef of Hippo Creek African Grill, Sorrento, my life was changed forever and I became a Tenderloin Steak woman. RAWR!

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So I ordered the sizzling tenderloin steak.

And take my word for it, it was a-w-e-s-o-m-e.

Probably a little less awemazing than the one I hard at Hippo Creek in Perth, oh, and also a little less tasty than the one I enjoyed at Deluxcious during Dee's birthday this October, but still... very, very good by local standards. Definitely a lot better than the one I vaguely remember having at their Batu Ferringhi outlet a couple of years (or more than a couple of years) ago.


After dinner, all was well and good in the world. I went home feeling stuffed, and later, I went to bed a happy girl. Until I woke up the day after. And the day after that. And the day after the day after that. Every day was terrible and every next day was worse than the day before! I just couldn't stop thinking of steak! I wanted my meat! My beef! My well done, sizzling tenderlion on a hot plate! Gahhh!


Last night, I tried to cajole my parents into going to The Ship for dinner. Unfortunately, Mee had some church meeting she had to attend so a fancy dinner in town was out of the question. Le sigh. But tonight... ahh, tonight... I shall try again! AND I WILL NEVER GIVE UP! NOT UNTIL I GET MY STEAK! I AM WOMAN (on a crazy I-need-steak mission), HEAR ME RAWR!