Anyhow, on to Jumbo Dempsey Hill, where four or five big
tables were set up to accommodate us. I sat at the lots o'
crab table, where lowjhg, the younger of our organizers, had
ordered a bunch of stuff. I suspect that a bit more ordering
went on as people waxed nostalgic or lustful for a
particular dish or another. We ended up with a lot of food,
of which I ate the following.

Chilli crab, a large heaping platter, and pepper crab, a
moderately large heaping platter. Both were excellent,
the crabs fresh and the sauces well executed. The chilli
sauce was subtler and less sweet than at many other places,
but I still prefer pepper crab, as the savoriness and bite
of the pepper contrasts well with the sweet meat; with the
chilli, it's sweet upon sweet. Note to future table
captains, if such there be: one can also get salted egg
crab and numerous other equally tasty preparations.

Shrimp wrapped in bean curd skin was the usual thing - I
suspect someone wanted it as an homage to his childhood.
Not that I'm complaining, of course.

A whole tilapia invited invidious comparison with the
pomfret from the other night. This fish was not the mushy
tank-farmed thing that we get as cheap protein here in the
States, but it still didn't compare with that pomfret.

Sambal kangkong was a nice example, and it was a big
serving.

Lots of beer. We were also at the lots o' beer table.

lili reports that the no seafood table spent a little more
than half the 90 we did. The menu sounded pretty good too,
but I don't regret the extra expense, especially given I
got all the crab I could chow down on.

It became time to adjourn, and, though I thought I wasn't
going to, the fact was that I wasn't flying out the next
day, so, party at bschaff1's suite on top of the Hyatt?

Sure thing.

Long story short, the party didn't disperse until after 3,
and I had quite a bit of this Explorers' Club Spice Road
stuff. bschaff1 asked me what I thought of it. Delicious,
very smooth, but a little generic and a little sweet. The
spiciness implied by the name didn't hit me much, but a
little citrusy or apricotty aroma came out with the
(rather moderate) smoke. Noting my dubiety, he said, but
you'd pay forty bucks for it, right? I allowed as I would.

Thank goodness for twos, of which I had a wad to get home
with. I staggered in and hit the sack.