Leading up to the weekend, the forecast had been dreary. Precipitation was expected, prompting one of our party members to recall our equally overcast 2021 visit, joking that I was the cause for poor climate conditions.
We witnessed a downpour in the morning, which made for slick roads but an easier parking process.
"How does it work?" was inquired while peeking into one of the many circular crevices.
"It's just a magnet." I replied flatly.
"Yes, but how do you do it?" came the bewildered response. "Do you need to do it at a certain angle...?"
Resisting the temptation to roll my eyes, I simply turned away. "It's just a magnet! How hard is it to figure out?!" I thought, "The rod has a magnet; the fish has a magnet - that's all there is to it!" Moreover, the game was intended for kids. It wasn't rocket science, but a matter of observing and connecting the dots.
Leviathan was the most memorable ride of the entire trip. Slowly climbing into the fog felt extremely surreal, as if taking off in a plane. Our surroundings extended further and further from us with each passing second, until all was shrouded entirely in haziness. The experience was fantasy-like - rare and magical, only unlocked on misty, overcast days.
Shaking my head in frustration, I bit into the costly specimen, riling at its atrocious price, scanty portion, and horribly greasy aura. Amongst all tempura choices, shrimp was slotted in last place. Yam, zucchini, or even chicken would have been preferred in its stead.
My own order would be free of milk: an Osmanthus Oolong Tea with Honey White Pearls. At just under 30% sugar, the oversteeped qualities of the tea became prominent. Astringency filled each sip, failing to be neutralized by the floral essence of osmanthus. Unlike standard tapioca pearls, the Honey White Pearls were comparatively softer and easier on the digestive system. They were nevertheless chewy, but far less sweet their sugar syrup-submerged counterpart. I quite enjoyed the beverage, and would like to sample the adjacent Osmanthus Ceylon Tea Latte should the opportunity arise. Prices were also very reasonable - far cheaper than the likes of Gong Cha and similar establishments.
Around the 10 PM mark, I announced that we would commence our trek back to Finch. After utilization of their impressively pristine single stall indoor plumbing facilities, we departed the trendy bubble tea spot.
With utmost discontent, I dragged my heels back to the driver's seat. In exchange for willingly undertaking chaperone duties, I had hoped to fulfill my dining needs for izakaya fare and post-dinner dessert. Neither had been met, regrettably. My companions entertained my carpool karaoke while I resisted slight weariness. Behind me, the sleepy polar bear unashamedly took to dozing off in the back, refusing to acknowledge that audible yawning, closed eyes, open-mouthed snoozing was disrespectful to the driver, especially when said driver despises driving to start.