Nixta Rolls |
Rolling is so much less dangerous than tumbling |
Oh boy, this is why I stay at home these days. You can deconstruct the thought processes that went into making this place, and you can deconstruct the impulses that drive the clientele to visit and consider it pleasant, but it takes even less effort to deconstruct the shallow facade cast over the whole place and veneered over their food, and to reduce Buddakan to a large noisy hole full of people with nothing more than aspiration going for them. This is the crux of it: This is what people believe they are working hard towards. People without subjective or objective judgement who couldn’t tell a tasty home-cooked meal from a TV dinner. At least it wasn’t wholly overpriced, but the pretention! The noise! The crowding! The overcrowding! The simply average food. And the bathrooms were designed by someone with no brain.
When will these pretentious tosspots stop making a bathroom floor that looks like it’s had some German Piss-porn made it in the moment someone flick-dries their hands on the way to the paper-towels?
My verdict? Interior design on a par with the cooking. At last I know where all the wankers imprison themselves these days. Stay the fuck away, unless you’re a aspiring douchebag.
