We arrived early on Thursday morning in Miri and my boss barked orders under muttered breath to the driver to immediately take us somewhere. I thought it was to an urgent meeting or a site visit at an ungodly hour but I like a man who knows how to take care of his stomach first as those of you who knows him can duly attest!. We ended up at a corner coffee shop somewhere in town called "WZT Cafe"; and since he seemed to know it very well, I let him do the ordering. And I am glad he did as it turned out to be the best "kway-chap" I'd ever had! You can't get this style of kway-chap here in Kuching and they do not even taste half as good. Can we deduce in warp logic that we are less sinful here? Or reflect on the fact why such a 'filthy' animal can taste so good? It's a prime example of how someone's meat can be another person's poison. Whatever.