Because that's all you'll be happy doing here. The interior is nicely decorated, plays good surfer movies, and has comfortable couches and an apparently good wifi connection, because dozens of girls were on their various devices and doing little else. You might also be able to meet a girl here, if they'd ever put down their iPhones.
We were hungry and ordered some food. That was our big mistake.
Bill had cream of broccoli soup. It looked promising, as it was at least bright green, but he reported that it was tasteless. His two garlic toasts were pretty good, though. This turned out to be fortunate because I couldn't eat my meal; the toasts became lunch.
I ordered nasi goreng with chicken, which I've loved at a couple of other places farther up the alley. This dish, though, was too spicy, lacked the promised egg, had dried-out rice, and came with a couple of tiny shrimp and, um, seafood--not chicken. The few grey bits of fish that I found in there were fishy and disgusting. Rather than ask for the correct version, which I feared would be no better and would take even longer than the first had, I just gave up and ate Bill's toasts.
Totally agree with others. Hang out here. Don't eat.
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