Cheese Toasties & Tomato Soup with Chopsticks?

I had a work social that evening that I couldn't not attend. After the afternoon presentations, small group discussions and drinks, I decided to skip out on dinner (a buffet thing in which no on would miss me) and left. Hopped over to Origin Bar at Shangri-La Hotel for a drink and a bite. This is the one cocktail bar that doesn't kertok me on whisky.

When the husband heard that, he ditched the dog and joined me too. Hahahah. He likes the cocktails at Origin Bar and he would want one. In the end, he had two. The cocktail menu is so pleasurable to flip through. Someone put a lot of effort in doing it up, with 2D holograms of the drinks and all. I wisely stuck to my Talisker 10 y.o highball. I wanted a peated highball tonight, hence my choice of whisky. Absolutely refreshing. 

I didn't bother to sit at the restaurant side. The bar would be better. Lower chances of the restaurants screwing up things for me. The restaurants are always hilarious. They always manage to royally screw up my orders, even for my orders of rice dumplings last month. Tsk tsk. The bar also has a small menu of nibbles; they suffice for a night like this when I don't have cravings and not looking for pasta or a carb bomb.

The husband was hungry, and ordered a burger and ramen. Okaaaay. The bar does these basics very well lah. I had no interest to share his food. Don't like wagyu patties and no like ramen. Hahahah I'm not in a mood to 'try' or compromise on food tonight. I ordered cheese toasties with tomato 'soup'. 

The server set small plates and cutlery (fork, spoon, knife) in front of us. We ordered the burger and ramen first. We had to ask for chopsticks for the ramen. Only after the husband's done with the food and the used cutlery and plates were cleared, I ordered the cheese toasties with tomato soup. The server returned with a plate and a pair of chopsticks. For my cheese toasties and soup. I blinked. It didn't make sense. 

When my food arrived, I LOL. Sure, one could kiap the slim toasties to dip in the soup, then eat without dirtying the fingers. But I'll pass. Even as deft I am with chopsticks and it's always my utensil of choice, it's weird lah. We're not in China or a Chinese restaurant! Anyway, I used my fingers and left the chopsticks alone. I didn't even bother asking for a fork. It wouldn't be too greasy. Luckily those cheese toasties were still as delicious as I remember from a few weeks back.