February 26th, 2008 inmacau
It has been raining solidly for the past week, and there hasn’t been a ray of sunshine in sight… But I promised motoring writer Ju-Len (who made a trip from Singapore to check out the track at the Motor Sports Club – stay tuned for the review!) blue skies. And I do aim to please.
So here we are at The Venetian Macao’s Festivita Food Court – the perfect place to grab a bite in between shopping, or gambling. To find it, just listen for the sound of the gondoliers singing, and follow the Grand Canal down towards the direction of the Great Hall. Then look up for the blue skies. Yes, there’s no need for sunglasses, cos you’re still indoors, and that blue is Pantone 14-4318 – Sky Blue.
It’s a great concept.
21 big brand names in fast, mid-priced food offering almost every cuisine under the sun - or in this case, the blue sky at least. In my opinion, the photos come out real, but in real life, there’s something a little disconcerting about the pale blueness of the ceiling. It could be the fact that there’s no actual sunlight or birds singing. Although there’s always classical music softly playing in the background.
Anyway, after an initial recce, we were finally seduced by Fatburger. Doesn’t the name just conjure up the image of a huge juicy, mouthwatering burger, so stuffed full off goodies that you can barely fit it into your mouth? And there were two sizeable Americans chowing down in front of the stall that seemed like a perfect advertisement for it. But anyway, I digress…
And I’m sad to report that the Fatburger wasn’t so… phat. The patty tasted rather processed and lacked flavor and texture. In fact, it wasn’t any better than Burger King’s Whopper and on the scale of satisfaction, was about equal to a McDonald’s Double Cheeseburger. Plus, at 43 MOP, it was kinda pricey.
Check out the photo and decide for yourself.
February 21st, 2008 inmacau
Hello. I have spent the last 10 years of my life living and working in Singapore. But as of Feb 10, I am now here in Macau, and part of Macau.com. So I was very pleased to find that Jetstar Asia now flies direct from Singapore to Macau. Three months ago, I was here for a look around on Tiger Airways, which allows 15kg of baggage. That’s fine for a holiday. But a girl can accumulate a lot of baggage in 10 years. 15kg doesn’t even get my shoe collection, much less the rest of my life here.
The Jetstar crew, as always, were very friendly and professional - almost to a fault. They remind me of the staff at MGM Grand Macau who warned me to zip up my bag and take my hat off. Didn’t you know? Unzipped bags and hats on heads aren’t allowed in casinos here. I’m a danger to myself, and the public at large.
Back to Jetstar, I was sitting by the emergency exit and the cabin crew taught me something new. In exchange for the extra leg room, and the privilege of being responsible for saving people’s lives, should the plane encounter any difficulties (i.e. crash land, which is when I’d have to yank the exit open), you also have to ensure that nothing is on the floor, sticking out of the seat pocket or on your lap - well, except your hands. So after the flight attendant removed my jacket from my lap, and deposited it into the overhead locker, she oh so politely asked if I’d mind making sure the strap of my handbag was tucked firmly into the seat pocket ahead of me. I assume in case I got tangled up in it, in my haste to open the exit, should the need arise. Now that’s forward thinking. Clever girl noticed I was a klutz when I tripped over getting into my seat.
I like Jetstar Asia. Partially because the nice ground staff let me bring 27kg of luggage on board when I smiled nicely and also because the flight attendants are nice. But they get brownie points for having better make-up skills than Tiger Airways, who can’t seem to match their foundation to their natural skin tone. I heard a rumor that apparently Jetstar has help from SQ girls in the grooming department.
But I especially like Jetstar because of their cheap fares - I paid $50 one way for mine, though it can cost a little more, depending on when you fly. Now it’s so affordable to come to Macau; I’m flying my friends over, in exchange for their baggage allowance. You see - paying their tickets actually works out cheaper than sending my life over by air, and only slightly more expensive than sea. Obviously, I’d have to only choose the friends that can fit into my clothes and shoes. This Friday my ex flat mate is bringing the second shipment of my shoes - just two more to go. So if you see a girl tripping around The Venetian Macao this weekend in five-inch cherry red heels - come over and say hello.
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