I ate too much. I also started off ignoring the greatest hits menu and freestyled with the alternatives. Starting with crab claws, chilled shrimp, sushi and dried fruit. Ending with a miniature fruit tart (who doesn’t love a little tart?) topped with a tiny cube of mango, one raspberry and a slice of fresh fig.

Wherever you are in the universe, if you can get a slice of fresh fig, I’d eat it.

The view was fab, and I have some crapola pics below (crappy, thanks to large glass surfaces on black effect also known as reflection and being 36 floors up) and fond, much better focused, memories. Glad there wasn’t an earthquake, followed by the towering inferno.

(And to whoever out there might want to contact me — judging by the behind the scenes clicking — I fixed the fucking form. I am a ‘tard and slow in fixing, but I fucking try, I do, I really do. New and improved contact page.)

Most of all THANKS FOR READING THIS CYBER-SHITE.