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Abof's Scandinavian Fusion Set Menu
$55.00+++
$10.00+++ Degustation Wine Pairing

Hot Foie Gras served with Salad
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Scandinavian Soup
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Baked Lobster With Light Or Spicy Sauce
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Sorbet
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Beef Tenderloin with Chasseur Sauce and Grilled Vegetables
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Scandinavian Roast Pork With Vegetable Rice Or Pasta And Homemade Pickles
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Cod Fillet With Lavender Scented
Sauce With Garden Vegetables
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Warm Chocolate Cake with Ice Cream
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Aböf Coffee or Tea

EXECUTIVE SET LUNCH menu


Soup Of The Day
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Mixed Green Salad
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Beef Bourguignon Tender Cubes Braised in Herbs and Wine served with Pasta And Vegetables
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Oven Rack of Lamb in Mint Sauce served with
Grilled Vegetables and Mashed Potatoes
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Pan fried Cornish Game Hen With Rosemary Gravy With Paste And Vegetables
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Wine Poached Coral Trout in Leek Basil Sauce served with Vegetables
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Mixed Seafood Spaghetti In White Wine Sauce
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Chef’s Dessert
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Abof Coffee Or Tea


$25.00+++

hm hm.. quite a coincidence.. 4 friends dyed our hair at the same time!

it was a lovely holiday.. some days were spent doing nothing.. hee hee..

but a much-needed break.

jes and julie did ask what happened earlier in the year.. (did i look that bad?!) and well i suppose now i've learnt how to distance myself emotionally from it (ie tackle it like a grown-up) and still dealing with it.. just got scolded as a consequence of it.. still a type A++ with palpitations and no longer type B with malaise but well.. it's ok.. i'm going to change.

especially since it's electives now (read: half-day of sch, half-hearted clerking, half-baked knowledge) and somehow always showing up at meetings hours earlier with nothing to do but wait, the recent lull which became bore has led me to realise.. that a human can never be satisfied with his/her situation.. we're probably never going to wake up one day and say, "wow everything is perfect. my life is absolutely wonderful with no problems or worries"..ok there was a time when i felt that way, but it was transient.

what we can change is our attitude.. somehow lovely happy conversation, laughter flows among friends.. the decision to be happy and contented is really yours and yours alone. i failed to realise something.. that every living day is a gift from God. honestly.. never treasured every moment.. always sulking and feeling guilty for sulking.. sulk even more (vicious cycle) instead of just saying.. good morning. you have people and a Heavenly Father who love you. you have friends and a beautiful life (if u decide to see it that way) and just two choices. one, smile. the other, cry. so decide. the world out there ain't gonna wait for you. there are treasures to uncover, people to meet, opportunities for everything.

wanted to post pictures from a year ago.. but erm, the edema is just too embarrassing. suffice to say yes, skinnier (give me the illusion), uglier, wrinklier (the lady advised me to get anti-ageing products when i was shopping for belle's present) but it's ok.. i'm happier = )

tumultous year indeed.. other than the new Christian life.. nothing good came out of the past 365 days.. not because nothing good happened, but i didn't let anything good come out of it. but well. perhaps it's time for a reboot. circumstances weren't right before.. and perhaps they are still not.. but haha.. i'll change my attitude this time.

mixed emotions.. somehow just so euphoric hearing that other people are happy.. more impt than my own happiness and well just to hear an old friend say "i'm really truly contented for once in my life. never knew what real happiness is until now." wow.. i mean. wow. and nope she isn't in a relationship, doesn't have a glam career, takes public transport.. and she can still say that. tsk tsk to the rest of us.

but well.. yup other friends are facing troubles.. and i would gladly listen and try to help them thru.. but sometimes they can get a little depressing.. in any case heard this song at that moment:

Chiquitita, tell me what’s wrong..

You’re enchained by your own sorrow..

In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow..

How I hate to see you like this..

There is no way you can deny it..

I can see that you’re oh so sad, so quiet...
Chiquitita, tell me the truth..

I’m a shoulder you can cry on..

Your best friend, I’m the one you must rely on..

You were always sure of yourself..

Now I see you’ve broken a feather..

I hope we can patch it up together...
Chiquitita, you and I know..

How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they’re leaving..

You’ll be dancing once again and the pain will end..

You will have no time for grieving..

Chiquitita, you and I cry..

But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you..

Let me hear you sing once more like you did before..

Sing a new song, chiquitita..

Try once more like you did before..

Sing a new song, chiquitita...

random thoughts of a hyperglycaemic ahead.


should i start cooking again? a lil silly spending all the money when the food at abof's way better than my oregano seabass/ oregano and rosemary chicken/ oregano and tomato salmon (u get the point) and still reeling from the outside charred inside raw barramundi (never cook the local ones they have a weird texture) attempt a few weeks ago.

just realised that melbourne cafes (restaurants are unaffordable!) close at 4pm and i'll have to survive on char siew maggi mee (still rem how nice it tasted 10 yrs ago), bruschetta (tried and tested, phew.), honey and perhaps some eucalyptus if i want to watch the australian ballet. haha.. i'm just so reluctant to go and leave a mess behind that i know others can't clear up.. hence the non-action over visa, packing, tickets, clothes etc. and of course, i will miss NLC = (

ok ok.. after talking to jes the other day.. i shall try to be excited about st kilda's beach, the city centre's chilli chocolate, fish market, and of course vicky if u're reading this and not peering under a microscope, i will come visit you = ) take the great ocean road to adelaide and see the 12 apostles which have new meaning now. that is, if i can find someone to share the 20 hour drive.

sigh feel so bad.. we shared a 5 hr dinner (posting menu and pics soon!) which as usual wasn't enough.. didn't realise we haven't met for a year.. what sort of counsellor am i sigh. yea we did talk about alot of things.. and one of which was our career.. public or private? being asked a year ago, i'd say, of course private! i'll be my own boss, dun have to worry abt admin, do whatever i feel is best for the patient. but.. she brought up a good point.. and i'd think now that public is better.. the nurses are much nicer (surprise) and doctors work in teams, learning to appreciate the mentorship; as a consultant, there's still an emeritus prof to talk to.. you can discuss with the best surgeon, not just rely on personal contacts, there are tumour boards, m&m etc.. it's so much more dynamic and yea, better for the patient actually.. rather than working in a crummy deserted clinic worrying about rental, staff.. ugh.

really.. why do i feel afraid of being alone? or rather travelling alone? yea i guess in future should God will it, i dun mind spending yet another exciting day in hospital interacting with patients, coming home to a bachelorette pad (as long as it's by the sea), turn on lounge music and just spend the night on roasted bell peppers in olive oil. with eggplant. but travelling is a totally different story. this is the 4th time on my own.. but the previous 3.. well let's say they involve a plump girl with a backpack fending off guys who want only one thing it seems.. only to be saved by passers-by. in broad daylight. and i really literally got sick of my own company. ad nauseum. was starting to wonder if there was indeed a plant on my head cos everytime u say table for one; they always give the discontented stare for taking up a whole table with 1/2 or 1/4 the bill. so as a waitress, i'll always smile brightly if anyone enters the restaurant alone.

but it's ok! i will meditate on His word, there are many books i need to return (oops.. sorry vinz and sw) and yea. kumar, talley, oxford.. bleh. shall give me sleepless nites.

a kind brother did wake me up to a very good point.. too concentrated sometimes, on how the Lord can guide me in this lifetime.. that i forget sometimes. the fundamentals.. shall focus on that in the next few days

Romans 5:8
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

it is that simple = ) unlike the complicated, dissected, irrational human love.
what i didn't realise too.. was how Jesus was shamed in the process.. in front of the public, leaders, disciples.. when He didn't do anything wrong. He took my shame away.. but most days i still feel ashamed about something..as usual for far too long.. which shouldn't be the case.. i don't want to short-change His power of resurrection.. that night was supposed to be the test but i failed it once again.. sigh.. will not give up! but i know there's Someone who has forgiven me, even if i haven't done so myself. guess Who? = )