It was quite amusing to see that on the day of the night, many people actually made the effort to dress up a bit. Several of the boys wore shirts and ties, and a couple of people volunteered to play on the grand piano to add to the feel of a wine and cheese night.
The wine was good – even aldehyde dehydrogenase deficient ol’ me took in a glass. Sure, the histamine reaction was pretty bad, but hey – I wasn’t going to let Professor Moens down was I? And the four cheeses were more than adequately smelly, which means that it must have been expensive and select. There weren’t any crackers to go with the cheese, no doubt because it would detract from the flavours of the cheese (à la Vlado’s in Richmond – boy was that a night to remember – ask Ying about it sometime…); but there were some crusty bread rolls with curls of butter available. And funnily enough, it was actually the crusty bread rolls that everyone pigged out on first!
Uneventful, not many photos taken, but enjoyable nonetheless.
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