Dear Delifrance,

Last week, your Egg D’vine sandwich declared war on me. The sandwich suffered severe casualties with its innards splattered everywhere - the table, the wall and even on my face. This war could have been easily avoided, if only you had a better understanding of knife politics.

I ordered a baguette with egg mayo topping; and I was served with the usual utensils - a soup spoon, a fork and a table knife. I hope you already see the problem in my first sentence. I said, baguette and then a table knife.

That’s right. A table knife. Table knives aren’t meant to cut breads like baguettes. That’s the reason why the bread knife was invented in the first place.

I know eating sandwiches with tableware is your idea of having your customers look more posh and well-mannered - as opposed to the casual American burger dining etiquette. However, proper utensils should be used, lest your customer would end up looking like a 5 year old with the table manners of a canine.

Despite my hardships in battle, I have emerged the victor and have successfully annihilated my opponent. As such, I now have the right to demand for reparation and restoration costs. Until they are honored, I am officially calling a truce with you.

• Change Your Knives - I have no qualms with eating sandwiches the posh way. I just prefer to have my food subjugate to me without waging war - as most humans would expect today.
• Offer an Egg D’vine Croissant - All this wouldn’t have occurred, if your bistro had croissants available in the first place, as it was my original order. So I demand a free croissant for my hardship.
• Change Your Pronunciation - Also, croissant is pronounced as “kru-wah-sont” not “croy-zend”. You should teach your staff to pronounce some basic French words, lest they sound unlearned, which I am sure, is not what a French bistro is trying to achieve.

I sincerely await your response.

Yours truly,
Ivy “I just wanted to have a good dinner with Delifrance’s awesome egg mayo sandwich, must it be that difficult?” T.

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Readers, have you ever had food wage war on you?

NB: Although this entry is expressed with satire, the experience is very real. Please do not overlook that, Delifrance.

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That’s all I’m hearing right now.

My company recently sent me to the Singapore F1 Grand Prix this week to be a receptionist/sales person at the Media Centre. It’s an invaluable addition to my resume, although the hours long and the work tedious. It’s a wonderful opportunity to be part of history in the making, as this is the first F1 night race in the world, and the first street race in a very long time.

Ferrari Engineers; View from the Media Centre

I’ve never really been a fan of motorsports racing, but I do have some knowledge about it - thanks to the anime Capeta. Capeta tracks the life of a poor boy striving to make it big in the rich world of motorsports. Everything from the hardships of maintainence, to the hardships of driving round a track, and the hardships of transiting from go-karts to race cars is shown in great detail.

Protagonist: Taira Capeta

The drawing isn’t that great, and the story is very similar to Major (baseball manga from the early 90s). However, just like all sport animes,  you will learn a lot about the sport simply just by watching. So, I recommend Capeta to all those F1 fans, new F1 fans and girlfriends of F1 fans. It’s an interesting perspective on an interesting sport.

And you’ll never know when you’ll be suddenly asked to work at the F1 circuit.