The Waste of Roses
Wednesday, November 29th, 2006Haven’t eat steak for a while, the other day I went to one of the best steak house around for dinner. The restaurant name is call “王品-台塑牛排”, from Taiwan. The meaning of “王品” is “王永庆品尝过的牛排”, so Mr Wang is a rich dude for sure. Rumors said he has been trying to get the copy right of the name of this restaurant, if the restaurant is not doing well, I think he won’t even bother.
My friend wanted to show me the best customer service you can get around town, so far I don’t really have any complain about the customer service here, but I am interested checking out “the best”. The restaurant is uniquely designed with lots of fabric and roses. Fresh red roses. It was absolutely the most romantic place I ever been, walking on the dark red carpet with silk curtains warping around the column and on the wall and roses.
Of course, we had our first, second, main course and dessert, drink, wine. Each course was decorated artistically, with dry ice and roses. Roses, roses, red roses, the flower that I hate the most was on every single plate that served. My friend peeled out the roses and put it on the table as an ash tray; the dark red wine on the left hand side, and some left over dessert. A mixture of alcohol, cigaratte and sweetness in the air.
I didn’t ask how much does it cost for the meal that night, cause I couldn’t stop thinking about roses. Fresh roses. A flower that is lucky enough to be a symbol for romance and love, a flower that is unlucky enough to be wasted and killed in different way. Now I understand the reason why roses represent love and romance, because they sacrifice their life and stay red even after they die. And when a rose is dying, that’s the happiest moment for a human being.
That’s the way we human appreciate sacrifice- happy!