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As we went on, it got less good. The beef rendang was just badly made and cooked in a hurry — it tasted like a stewed cowboy boot or, perhaps, a cowboy’s foot in a boot. A tranche of turbot in a butter sauce was pleasant, but unAsian. Nastiest, and most memorable, was the oyster omelette, like fried lung cookie in emphysema. Pudding — a fruit plate — was a Patpong ladyboy sex show: tasteless, underage, hard and not what it’s cracked up to be.