New Town Bakery & Restaurant (Chinatown)

Warning: Disturbing wall of text, will ruin appetite
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For some odd reason, I was having trouble sleeping in this Saturday morning so I decided to head to New Town for breakfast, since they open at 6:30AM and offer an acceptable amount of decent food for the price (and also have very good bakery items). When I got there, I was promptly greeted by the female server and was asked to choose my own seat. I chose to sit in a booth, a choice I will later regret. For an early Saturday morning, the place was decently filled. To my right was a round table of maybe 5-6, appeared to be Filipino. Directly in front of me was an older man appearing to be having tea and reading the news on his own. To his right was another older man having his morning coffee. As for staff, aside from the server there was also a younger man working the steamers in the front. Seemingly average Chinatown morning.

After reviewing the menu, I had opted for the Chinese style set breakfast and had chosen to have a radish meat pie with century egg congee, another choice I will later regret. My food arrived within minutes of ordering. I take my first few bites and then things start to get strange...

Note: up until this point, I had only interacted in English, though I am completely fluent in Cantonese, including slang.

As I'm eating, I began to notice a louder-than-normal conversation between the young man up front, the server, and the man in the booth directly in front of me. I wasn't really paying attention at first, but then the guy at the next table joined in too. I got curious. I glanced up at the man in front of me. From my seat, only the back of his head and a tiny bit of his shoulders are visible. He was strangely rocking and bobbing his body in the sort of rhythm that us men all know too well. This man was starting to sweat profusely. My stomach churned. I started paying attention to the conversation:

*Cantonese*
Young Manager: Mr. Chan, are you doing weird stuff under the table again?!
Server: He is! He's in here all the time for breakfast. He's got his pants off.
Old Man: I'm almost finished... I'm almost finished...
Manager: You know I can't let you do that. If you insist, you'd best not come tomorrow.
Old Man: I'm almost finished... Give me a second...
Man at next table: I don't understand, why don't you finish these things in the comfort of your own home first beforehand?!
-some more random comments-

I look down at my bowl of congee. First time in my life that the texture of food began to matter.

Eventually the man stops moving so violently

Server: Mr. Chan, you'd better clean it up yourself, I'm not going to clean up after you.
Man at next table: Looks like you'll need a different newspaper

I hear some shuffling and scrunching of newspapers, plastic bags, and napkins, followed by the old man heading to the washroom with a fist full of napkins.

Deeply disturbing experience. Especially disturbing to know this man is a repeat offender, and all parties involved were acting so nonchalantly about the matter. Seemed like I was the only one disgusted by this. ANY day that starts with a man jerking it in front of you will not be a good day.

TL;DR: Ate congee while an old man at the next booth was openly rubbing one out. Eat here and you may sit on old man splooge.

I wish I was making this up.

Service
6/10

Food
Usually: 7/10
Today: 0/10

Ambience
Usually: 5/10
Today: -9000/10

Excuse me while I go puke until I forget what happened.
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