Good Taste Walking
To commemorate the last day of Niel's last day of year-end self-imposed "exile", we set up a dinner. Supposed to be at Mee Jawa, but it wasn't open on that day. Last minute change to Seri Petaling's Good Taste Walking. Forgot that it coincided with the night market, but no choice, we were already in the gridlock. Luckily managed to find parking. KH recommended the place. Nice fusion dishes. Chinese. Western. French. Japanese. Visually-pleasing. Very French in presentation. I don't have any pictures to share, for fear of Niel's deadly gaze (psst, he despises food posts and people who photograph every morsel that they put into their mouth), so my poor descriptions will have to suffice. We were tended to by a really cute character. A dimunitive, Thai waiter who speaks as though the words tumble out of his mouth with a rushed flourish. Couldn't really get what he was saying, but we had fun none-the-less trying to decypher his recommendations. Had a hard time ordering something light for KH, that the boss shoo-ed him away. We ended up ordering Seafood Baked Rice in Pumpkin, Pan-fried Dory and a Gow Tord kind of appetiser. Finished with their sole dessert of chocolate-filled chocolate baulu on vanilla ice cream. Quite a culinary experience.
Before this turns out to be a totally food post, lemme thank Niel for making an appearance. His ciggie-in-hand look at the parking lot was really a trademark of sorts. It was a relatively quiet affair. Light chatter. No serious intellectual discourse, but it did veer a bit into that. A feel for each other's fields. Some lulls. Some discovering of lost connections. As always, it's a small world. Hope we made a connection of sorts. Perhaps next time we could meet under less dire circumstances like the eve of "back-to-work-after-an-overly-long-weekend". Heh.
PS: While photographing the food at Cantino, Singapore, my brother remarked, "I can't take you out in public, can't I?!"
Before this turns out to be a totally food post, lemme thank Niel for making an appearance. His ciggie-in-hand look at the parking lot was really a trademark of sorts. It was a relatively quiet affair. Light chatter. No serious intellectual discourse, but it did veer a bit into that. A feel for each other's fields. Some lulls. Some discovering of lost connections. As always, it's a small world. Hope we made a connection of sorts. Perhaps next time we could meet under less dire circumstances like the eve of "back-to-work-after-an-overly-long-weekend". Heh.
PS: While photographing the food at Cantino, Singapore, my brother remarked, "I can't take you out in public, can't I?!"
Comments
talk so much about a food picture... i don't see any picture but a girl... WHAT! unless she's food... then WOOTs! otherwise... WTF!
If this were the story of Hensel and Gretel...
@Ban:
70% I would say. :P
@Orginiser:
Yeah, it's not bad. But it closes at 10pm or so.
@TBoy:
Yes, mistress.