written by James 'prawn toast' Rampton

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written by James 'prawn toast' Rampton
Shrimp toast
•Duck with cucumber and spring onions 🥒 •Salt and pepper chips🍟 •Egg fried rice🍳 •Fried noodles 🍜 •Curry sauce😋 •Prawn toast🍤
Prawn Toast—doobydobap
蝦多士 // ハトシ // Sesame Prawn Toast In college, I was obsessed with the idea of this food. I think I was new to the world of Liking Shrimp (what a change!), and because I could barely cook, this seemed accessible because of the simple ingredients but also aspirational because deep frying anything was indistinguishable from magic. For whatever reason, I thought about prawn toast all the fucking time. Now it’s interesting for a more linguistic reason: its Cantonese name is 蝦多士hatosi, with ha meaning shrimp and tosi being an English loanword for toast. (And I remember that 士 si is also used in taxi, 的士 dikshi, so maybe it’s commonly used in loanwords.) Anyway, Japan imported the Cantonese word wholesale, as ハトシ hatoshi, though their own loan word for toast is トースト toosuto. I like that it’s totally phonetic and divorced from the idea of toast.
Lazy Sunday Yum Cha
Awesome roast duck and hamachi collar
Milk bread prawn toast and spicy roasted cauliflower were not bad too
Bill came to about $580 for the above
@ Madame Ching
One publication recently described The League of Gentlemen as "60 depressing characters". On one level, that's a fair enough comment; the sketch trio's gallery of grotesques - all demented,serial-killing shopkeepers and unhinged, child molesting teachers - could hardly be called uplifting.
But for all that, the observation scarcely does justice to a troupe who have brought a welcome dose of darkness to the often blandly sunny world of comedy. The League's currency is violence and bullying, pain and despair - not the staples of, say, Russ Abbot's Madhouse. And for a comedy show, it contains an awful lot of weeping. It's the Theatre of Cruelty - played for laughs.
The sense of humour on display at A Local Show for Local People, the League's West End debut at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane last night, would not have been up everyone's street. For some people, subjects such as paedophilia and mass murder will always remain out of bounds for comedy.
Occasionally, the troupe and taste parted company entirely; one sketch about morbid obesity had me shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
Thanks to a fanatically devoted audience - some of whom came dressed as Edward and Tubbs, the psychopathic inbred shopkeepers, or sported T-shirts asking "Are you local?" - and some familiar material, the show also had a tendency to slip into cultiness.
The fans whooped at catchphrases such as "Is that Dave?" that would have been frankly incomprehensible to the uninitiated. It was like the Rocky Horror Picture Show - with added incest. But the best humour derives from situations where someone has something to lose - be it nine Maverick bars or their life.
In that respect, the League of Gentlemen's often excruciatingly painful sketches - beautifully performed by Mark Gatiss, Steve Pemberton and Reece Shearsmith - have a genuine resonance.
Their principal skill lies in extracting humour from areas where, by rights, none should exist. For instance, an eerie hush - rare at a comedy show - descended on the auditorium during an elegiac, bittersweet sketch about a cave guide haunted by visions of a young boy who died on one of his tours. Eschewing the more self-indulgent flights of fantasy to which their second BBC2 series was sometimes prone, the League last night exhibited a sparkiness and a spikiness absent from the majority of happy-go-lucky acts on the comedy circuit.
Theirs is a brand of humour that actually lives up to that overused epithet "unique". Which other act would raise laughs from a sketch involving a deranged toad-fancier who forces his unsuspecting nephew to copy his beloved creature by drinking his own urine for breakfast? It's comedy, Jim, but not as we know it.