queens

ventured to queens despite the stereotype and was pleasantly surprised by how, well, pleasant it was. of course, i'd take the express train by mistake, alight and board a local but in the wrong direction and end up 30 blocks away from T's. but that was quickly rectified after consulting the oracle. T cooked chicken rice. from scratch. with a chicken so big it must've had turkey blood. and boy did i enjoy the home cooked goodness. best chicken rice ever! although i suspect if i wasn't this deprived, i wouldn't feel the same way. but plus points for authenticity. even ate the breast meat so you know it's one supremely moist chicken. the chilli (from singers, naturally) was the cincher and it was a truly satisfying meal. the pre-meal buttersnaps and honey liquor might've played a small part in my effusiveness, as might've my favourite mighty leaf tea that T so thoughtfully stocked. aww :) and the best part was talking to T and catching up after almost two years.