Aging women are like smelly cheese

If men age like fine wines, then I say women age like a fine French cheese.  A little stinkier, a little moldier, sometimes a little uglier, but there forms a deep intense richness, and a certain complexity and sophistication that can't be found amongst immature little fromage-lings.

Pleasantly surprised at Otto Ristorante when a birthday cake was presented!

Two weeks ago, I spent my first birthday in Singapore.  Things didn't go exactly as planned, but it ended up being a (short-lived) grand ol' time with merry making amongst new and old friends.  I even got cake!  Two cakes!  Thanks to the great people whom I joined at Otto Ristorante and later, Vicky Yim who brought her own homemade cake to TAB!  And thanks to Shao and Regina for the thoughtful gifts (seriously, I don't remember the last time I got cake and gifts on my birthday--NY/HK friends, you're awful). I was supposed to join friends at Johnnie Walker Jet Black and later more friends at Filter Club, but neither happened in the end.  That story, I'm not going to share.  ;)

I'll have to upload photos later on.  You can catch em at Gastronommy's Facebook.