I had a bit of a surreal evening last night at the Empire. We had dinner with the folks at the Atrium to enjoy the Marvels of the Middle East courtesy of the Madinat Jumeirah Dubai. There was quite an Arabic spread. I enjoyed the beef ribs soup (even the thought of it could make you grow another throbbing toe) and stuffed vine-leaves, amongst the usual Empire buffet spread of fresh seafood, local food and the Japanese stall.
The Atrium was fairly crowded and I noticed some patrons from other hotels in Brunei. It’s heartening to see our businesses have a competitive streak. I also noticed a group of diners from some Middle-Eastern or Eastern-European country, I really couldn’t tell so don't quote me, who livened the place up a little bit. No discredit to the hotel, which tried to create an Arabian Nights ambience and succeeded, if only for the waiters dressed in jubbahs.
Anyway, back to the Middle-Eastern men (snazzily dressed - the husband noticed the white linen trousers) and European women (tartily dressed - I noticed the model-thin woman with superb red strappy heels AND the no-VPL woman) who proved to be an asset to the duo that serenaded us with funky Arabic tunes.
In the middle of all those swivel swivel thoughts (don’t you get these when listening to an Arabic song?) 1 Arab playboy and his Russian girlfriend proceeded to belly dance for our benefit, right in the middle of us conservative folks. I felt like I entered the Twilight Zone.
But we all had a swell evening despite, or because, of the added entertainment. For a few moments it really did feel like a happy Middle East.
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