Scrap Paper: because I hate throwing stuff away

A friend was telling me about a restaurant that some locals dragged her to in Singapore. “The restaurant was located in a back alley. It looked like a dump- the walls were grey and cracked, the tables were disorganized and piled up with used bowls and bits of food, and the floor was covered ankle deep with used chopstick wrappers. You would think this place would have been condemned but the place always had a line of people fighting to get inside.” I asked her, “So what did you eat?” She paused and it looked like she couldn't remember. She said, "It was something. I mean it was good, I guess, but I felt really rushed and pressured to eat it."