Kuishin-bo-ing

Tuesday was Jiesheng's birthday and we went down to the Kuishin-bo outlet at Suntec City to celebrate. Actually, we were celebrating my birthday as well, although it's quite a belated one. But it's all right, as long as I get to celebrate with my friends. I went into Kuishin-bo a little late and was a bit overawed by the place. It was my first time there and I didn't know where and how to start eating. It's the same feeling I had when I stepped into Sakae Sushi for the first time recently as well. I don't know why I have not gone into these restaurants before, and they happen to be Japanese. After settling down for a while, and getting advice from the experienced ones, I knew what I had to arrow in on. The prime targets are the Alaskan king crabs lying in the cold seafood section. They are exotic and presumably the most expensive things around. Like any self-respecting Singaporean will do, we filled our plates with the crustaceans from halfway around the world. I have watched Discovery channel and they introduced Alaskan crab fishing as the most dangerous job in the world, with a high death rate. We couldn't possibly let those people die in vain. It was difficult initially trying to pry open the shells with scissors and it got frustrating. However, after a while, we got better at it and the crab legs were flying off the plates. I must have eaten 2 whole crabs personally. My cholesterol level must have been sky high that night. All of us were so full that we hardly wanted to respond to the stunts played by Kuishin-bo. They had this special period where they will introduce unique dishes in limited quantity. Many people will rush to queue up for them once they hear the irritating music being played. Dom-dom 1,2,3.....we are Kuishin-bo. It sounds so bad that I'm sure our uncle rendition of Grasshoppers sounded better. With a diet so heavy with Alaskan king crabs, we made a joke that our faeces will become Alaskan snow shit, looking like Mr Softee ice-cream. It's a funny sight to imagine, but unfortunately, even though the faeces were plenty, none of it looks like Mr Softee.