After Rol San kicked our Saturday night plans in the balls (our fault), we scurried to Bright Pearl -- fingers crossed that they were serving dim sum. They were! And hosting their staff anniversary party, but they invited us in anyway. In a slick move, they gave us a whole room to ourselves. They also politely asked if we could order immediately. Whatever. I grabbed the menu and checked items randomly like it was the last few moments of every university exam I ever wrote. We did all right. I'll come back.
Obligatory Title Pun: You feel like Heaven at the GATES of the bright PEARL.
Menu Readability: I was so harried, I can't even remember if it was in English.
Need to Mention: The stairs to the third floor smell like delicious floor cleaner. It's unsettling.
What this place teaches me about myself: Despite rumours to the contrary, I perform under pressure.