RESTAURANT REVIEW
PERSONAL
TOUCH
Pango Brasserie, Fairview Hotel
Personal space is important to me. I value the space that surrounds me as a buffer zone
but also as an intimate area that can almost be considered an extension of my body.
Often, in a queue, prompted by
the smell and feeling of someone’s
breath tickling the nape of my
neck or the sudden touch of one’s
protruding belly, I find myself turning
back serving a deathly stare. It’s
not that I’m a precious, neurotic,
overindulged, or demanding person.
The idea that I might be touched by a
stranger during precarious situations
where I cannot escape