My #7 Ramadan 2008 Moments;
1.
Breakfast at Palace Beach & Spa with D and sister02. The food was 5/10. The thing is with Ramadan buffet is that most of the menu offer ‘traditional malay cuisine’. Everybody knows traditional malay cuisine cost next to nothing. If you go to the makcik nasi campur, eat rendang chicken, sayur, ulam, ikan bakar and what not tak sampai pun RM15. You go to the pasar Ramadan, come back with berduyun2 plastik bag and only spend RM15. So is it worth your money to be spending RM60-RM90 on traditional Malay cuisine? I think not. The spread here was so so. Chicken Rice, Nasi Hujan Panas (which D thinks is some kind of joke) and the usual nasi putih. There was this group of blue collar workers kena belanja dgn boss buka puasa. I watched them stack their plates with nasi putih, kangkung and ikan bakar. Worth your five bucks. Hmm.
The only thing I was interested in was the ikan sembilang bakar. Yums. I went there and waited for my turn. The fish was as big as my calves. I suddenly remembered those fat fishes swimming in the indoor muddy stinky river at mines. Really fat. As fat as my calves. Ew. Tak jadi eat the fish.
2.
Village View with Lucillus.We had the yummiest steamed siakap in Thai gravy. Superb! And then we had that sizzling Japanese tofu. I love tofu! And then I had half a dozen chicken wings. The food was perfect, the mosquitoes were in full swing and Lucillus and I were being our usual bitchy selves. While trying to kill time waiting for the food. We saw an old fren of his. He hated this fren cos they were rivals back in the school days where this guy got the girl he wanted. Hmm. Too bad. As usual I was on Lucillus’s side, so we picked every single thing we could about him. The way he ate his fish, the way he munched, his hair. Kurus pahala puasa.
We stayed for quite a bit. Lucillus the usual glutton didn’t finish his food. Probably the idea of being in the same room as the dude who took his girl killed his appetite. Mine wasn’t affected though. I licked my plate clean and ate 5/6 chicken wings. He ate one.
We went to McD for some ice-cream. OH-MY-GAWD. Have you tasted the McFlurry Mudpie???? It is to die for!!!!!!!!!!
Lucillus wrote about
the people you encounter at McD. So I won’t divulge further with that.
3.
Dinner at MiCasa Camelot @ Mummy & Papa’s.
I didn’t cook before coming so didn’t bring anything for juadah berbuka. We stopped by the Pasar Ramadan; even though it’s a well-known fact that my parents are anti Pasar Ramadan and would rather eat freshly prepare home cooked food. I got some chicken wings since everybody loves ‘em and some curry puffs – I love ‘em, and some more stuff cannot remember. It’s true you know my parent hate Pasar Ramadan. They never go. They question the quality, freshness, taste and all the preservatives and coloring injected into all the colorful kuih. Papa the health freak + Mummy the control freak. Now, all the kids can drive and we go if we feel like it. But it’s never been a big thing or a must have for us.
Anyways, earlier that day, Mummy had read
this article in the news, so she sent Papa & sister02 in search of the yummy meats. They got lost and all that but came home with the sausages and daging salai. My goodness!!! The smoked sausages were absolutely to die for. TO DIE FOR!!!!! Best gile. It’s so hard to find halal ones, in fact I’ve been thinking that memang got no halal ones at all. Usually the Chinese Sausages will have all the pig parts stuff into the pig intestines but this is smoked beef stuff into beef intestines. Intensifying!!!!! Mummy’s cooking as usual was good and always makes everyone happy.
Oh and my brother bought chicken wings also. So there were like two dozen chicken wings.
4.
Sahur @ A&W, PJ with DI had a sudden epiphany to dine/bersahur at A&W, PJ. Tu tempat dating favourite dulu. I use to sneak out of the house and go to A&W for rootbeers and waffles. I told D, I wanted to bersahur at A&W, PJ. He said yeah, he kinda miss that place too.
Three things;
- The queue was long. We queued for 40 minutes. Actually not that long la. Like ten people per counter. Only two counter open. And the service slow like a ninety year old grand-ma with parkinson’s. And everyone knows the waffle is another counter altogether.
- I had a mozza. D had a beef burger or something. They were the saddest excuse for a burger I had seen. I felt so sorry for myself. I really did. Overly dry pattie, wilted lettuce, soggy tomatoes, stale buns that crumble – bodoh, buns are not suppose to crumble! I told D, I want a juicy burger. I want a ramly burger. D told me, life would be so much better with a McD quarter pounder.
- I got to the waffle counter. The idiot told me, ‘mesin rosak, sile beratur dihadapan’. Beyond ridiculous. Wanted to complain but say the supervisor was a plus sized Indian drag with pink eyeshadow. Better not. The worst ever experience with a fast food outlet. Seriously the people who go there are either in the neighborhood or are feeling sentimental like me. This is stupid.
5.
J’s wedding @ some hall in KL.J, an former colleague was getting married that day. Puasa day. Well, he was Indian. So I took D and sister02. Sister02 invited a friend. We arrived around 6 plus, there were seats all the way in front labeled ‘Muslim Guests’. How very considerate. So we got to eat dome style at the front table while non fasting guest had to wait an hour later. The food was fine. Everything was fine..well..
Two things;
- I don’t expect many of my former colleagues to be there being fasting month and all.Which I was right. But of all the people, the idiot boss of mine was there. Out of the 400 people at my former workplace he had to be there. And we were ushered to sit at his table. Bad luck betoi. No, actually I sat at the next table when I saw him. I told D, sister02 and fren to quickly-quickly sit. They did. I managed to ignore the boss. Then the usher suddenly comes and tells us to fill the next table. Boleh? I did’t want to budge. Then these people started staring at me. Takkan I nak buat scene kat J’s wedding kan? Sigh.
- The menu was the standard wedding food. Nasi beryani, chicken, beef, vegetables, papadom and the likes. I wanted to eat then suddenly I thought of something. This can’t be beef. It can’t be. There’s the priest on the stage giving his blessings and all and he we are eating beef. I don’t think its beef. I whispered to D. He whispered back that they probably serve it Muslims only. But I don’t think so. If you think that something is holy and should not be sacrificed, would you pay to let it be sacrificed for others to eat? Even Indian shops don’t sell beef. I couldn’t stomach anything. Everbody dengan penuh berselera makan banyak. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I pushed my food around my plate. And ended up hungry. Oh. It sure wasn’t lamb/mutton. I love lamb. I know what it tastes like. I’m thinking maybe its buffalo meat. Kerbau maybe? Mystery meat.
D took me to Pavillion after that and I chowed down on Carl's Jr Avocado Burger..
6.
The Carousel, Palace of the Golden Horses with the Dept and D.
This is by far the bestest. So far. Fresh oysters at the buffet. FRESH OYSTERS! I had too much. D thinks they’re disgusting. Huhu.
The food was absolutely superb. And the choices were amazing. Whole Lamb, Ice cream with chocolate sauce – I went crazy with the chocolate sauce, Char Siew Chicken, International cheeses with crackers, Wild Mushroom Soup, Pasta Carbonara with Sun-dried Tomatoes, Ice-Kacang, Satay, Assorted Chinese Appetizers, Dim Sum, Live Popiah Basah, Soft Shelled Crabs, Oxtail Assam Pedas, Assorted Sushi, Seared Salmon, Steamed Prawns, Mussels on a bed of ice, Gazillion Type of Noodles, Gazillion Types of Rice, and I can’t remember what else. The only thing missing was the chocolate fountain. Throw in the fountain and my life would just be perfect.
And the location is really near the surau. So no worries there. After stuffing ourselves and unclipping all our buttons, we left the place at 10.30. 10.30? Crazy. And I got a voucher to dine there at 50% off for as many times till the end of the year.
@ The Carousel. So pretty.
7.
Le Meridien, Kuala Lumpur.D’s department was paying tribute to the media. We arrived at 6.45. Already a full house. They had it in the hall and it was for the company only. So no mixing with the public. But what the hell man. No seats. I saw the chef carving lamb, I started to queue up. The azan sudah berkumandang, so D came and gave one buah kurma. I continued queuing up. Got the lamb. No seats. I saw a lot of irrelevant people. Like B-grade celebrities. Since the Chairman and CEO come from the music industry I guess it’s apt. I refused to eat while standing and just stood there with my arms folded. Moments later, Le Meridien staff came out wheeling stacks of chairs. Which meant that all the people who didn’t have seats had to sit outside. Where the food was. I had on my white shirt. People may have mistaken me for the waitress.
The food was very minimal. Except for the lamb and butter prawns, everything else was just so-so. There was rice and probably five types of dishes. And then some noodles. Disappointing. The dessert was okay. Tiramisu in a bowl was so-so. I had a few slices of lamb, went for another round, then nibbled on the butter prawns.
D felt bad for the whole event. He took me for drinks after that @ Chawan, Bangsar. That was good. I had Nasi Lemak bungkus. Very nice.
Two things:
- What annoyed me more than anything during the event was that non-fasting people shamelessly pigging out like there’s no tomorrow. You know who im talking about right? The usual buffet hoggers, freebie sucker type. They don’t give a rat’s ass about whether you get seats or not when they haven’t finished they fourth round yet.
- It was a poorly planned event. I heard D asking his colleague,
D : How many did we invite ?
C : Actually 5 meja jek. But you know how the press are. Word of mouth la
kan.
Lagi-lagi tau kat Le-Meridien. Semua la nak datang.Here’s a tip for you. Have you heard of RSVP? Or Guestlist?
Oh well, I think its very typical for that low cost airline.
Nak seat? Berebut la. Nak makan sedap? Beli la sendiri. :)
Buka puasa dates I am anticipating :
- With the Kath Math and Lucillus @ that place.
- With D on a date later this week. He promised to take me to a movie after that.
- With the parents tonight. I miss everyone.
