As I seem to write every time I go to another Hard Rock, it does seem to be a contradiction of the usual backpacker indie-traveler creed, going to such a commercialized and western restaurant. I ought to be eating local street food for the cultural experience and all. And I do that, too, but Hard Rock is my guilty pleasure. I justify it since I live in Asia, I deserve a western break now and then, and they really do have the best onion rings and often the only really southern bbq pulled pork available. Actually, the picture doesn't look all that great, but it tasted good.
Anyhow, by now it's a tradition, anyhow. I found the Singapore Hard Rock off the end of Orchard Road, the famous shopping street. It was a bit noisy at first as some corporate group was having a luncheon meeting complete with silly contests to see which group could dress up one of their male members in a wig, skirt, and high heels the best. Thankfully they finished up not long after I got my food, and the music came on.
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