yesterday: dinner with jy, cp, yen, fay and, er, steve (can he just be er-steve from now on? i have no idea if it's even appropriate to mention his name here. will the relevant people send assassins if it's not? thank you.) at big fish in siglap. (yes, just like the tim burton film. but without siamese twins and matthew mcgrory.) full credit to jy for finding out about it - the food was really good, and the owner ridiculously patient in putting up with our shenanigans. we had antipasto - smoked salmon, lobster salad, octopus, the works - and then just about every other dish on the menu among us. mussels, garlic-and-butter-drenched, and so much better than the ones i had at oosters once (ugh). seafood cioppino with a gorgeous tomato-based broth. several varieties of fish (rainbow trout, was it?) poached and grilled and what-have-you, and er-steve had squid-ink linguine, which is a dish neither my mom and i have ever dared to try, but which looked, i suppose, as good as squid-ink linguine can. the food was too good for us not to have dessert, so we ordered, among us, banana fritters, creme brulee, tiramisu, and chocolate souffle, by which time we were so stuffed that we ended up staggering home instead of hanging out at fay's house as planned. oh, and cp told a story about his favourite colleague that was so funny i nearly wet my pants, but you're going to have to ask him for that yourself.