The lovely Miss R's special day this week could only mean one thing: party punch.
And by party punch, I mean PUNCH, the kind you expect out of a plastic bucket on a Thai beach during a full moon party where you've lost your wallet and had your foot peed on by a lad who can't find his way to the ocean.
Oh, Cây Tre. You saucy minx.
Luckily, there was food in abundance to soak up the booze.
So here's my verdict - small plates, vonder-bar.
Larger plates - solid, but the small plates stole the show.
And then there was cake! Three cheers for cake!
Could have done with a bit more cream, though.
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