Hopping into the car of my mate's, we pondered on where to go. It's been a monthly tradition of ours for months, going to cute places for dinner. It was 10:30PM, particularly late by the time we were both free, I couldn't think of many options. "Fatmans!" I excitedly suggested, looking at him with the biggest grin on my face - I've heard so much, and have seen so many food images of this place and have so badly wanted to go for so long. "Are you serious?..." he laughed. I nodded surely.
We drove into a small parking lot with a row of closed convenient stores. There was one shop set in the middle of the rest of them, glowing of green.
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I was so excited walking in, there was a few tables in and outside and a high metal counter. The floors of the place reminded me of one of a butcher. But definitely not a place to take your date :p. It was a lot more shabbier than I imagined it to be, haha.
