So you step into your local mall and start walking around. Pretty soon you are going to find yourself climbing up the stairs (or just standing on the escalator you bums *cough cough*) to the third floor aka. the food court. The scent invites you to check out the bazaar of eateries just waiting to cater to you whether you want it or not. The smell is just too tempting on a half empty stomach.
I immediately crave the best burger joint in town, but because I was with my friends one word sent me walking in the more appropriate direction: Japan. Salmon sushi was the better alternative. And it didn't taste bad too. On the whole I think the mall's selection was quite good. I'd definitely go there again. But I don't know how easy it would be the next time to brave the sinfully mouth watering smell that is emitted from the less health conscious vendors. I just have to remember that it won't be worth it 20 minutes later. And the dream of the Louis is far more rewarding than a Double Cheeseburger.
Here's to a size 8!
Ps. Ok confession. No, I did not eat a burger. I took two pieces of Galler chocolate! Is that so bad??
I swear I'll try for it not to happen again. But I'm doing better, honest to blog!
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