Desperate in Dubai...

Well, I'm kinda sore that I am not at Zouk ( my homeground ) when ALL OF MY FRIENDS were there....! And to make matters worst, it's Ramadan now in Dubai. So its really strict. Everyone, including the 85% of the expats are not allowed to smoke, eat, drink, chew gum or show public affection on the streets. You can be thrown into jail if you are seen drinking water or chewing gums on the streets!

Talk about being strict, step aside Singapore, you have just met your match!

Everything has to be done behind hidden doors or even better, in hotel lobby or cafes that is FULLY covered... ! Yeh, you heard it right. These hotels and cafes will cover their windows, doors and entrances with curtains to make sure that the local muslims won't be tempted by the expats when we eat!

But Ramadan aside, you have got to try the Iftars here!!!!! Its like the people here have these MAAAAAAAJJJOOORRR buffet (iftar) when they break fast. Its pretty cool cause there are places with the whole arabic theme with See Sha after your meal!

My friends here decided that we should have an Iftar too, French style! We went to the Mall of Emirates...

St. Maxim has NO relations to that soft porn magazine u are thinking about!

I was quite upset that the garden snails did not come with the shells. It just looked like 5 lumps of meat. But it was yum...

The waiters insisted that i wore this bib to prevent myself from dirtying my clothes. WHAT?! DO I look like I am 5?!

400g of Wagyu beef on hot stone! They spent a whole day heating the stone!!!

And the KING PRAWN!!! I like!~

The total damage for dinner was about SGD $ 350 per person including 3 bottles of red wine...Really totally worth it! Ah... This is the life...!

P.S: If you were wondering why I called the Blog , "Desperate in Dubai" thats because I feel pretty desperate to go back to Singapore JUST for mambo now... Stupid? I know... Plus, alcohol here during ramadans can only be gotten in bars and chi chi pubs. No loud, heart pumping, hip shaking, butts trembling music! Now u know why...! (I have to resort to dancing mambo in my own apartment...No, im just kidding... no ... really....)