will i am's delayed diary

Out of the blue, Sharky introduced a new friend to the group. The fella was a Malaysian who had spent a lot of his life in the UK. Recently, he relocated back to his kampung , and was eager to meet more friends. Met Kenni over dinner at 8Haus , Jalan Sin Chew Kee together with Kenji, and of course Sharky. Kenni told us that he had walked all the way from Jalan Petaling, which is something that most KL-ites would agree that is 2000 steps too many. Over dinner, we did some prying, and it was revealed that Kenni was back in Malaysia to reflect on his career choice as a child specialist. He was hoping that he could perhaps pursue something in the realm of dance. Totally different paths. As shocking as Kenji's liking for BKT although he says he doesn't like pork.  Years and years of reading about my food escapades, you would not be surprised to learn that our dinner extended to WUDI Cafe a few doors away ( too little carbs for the youngns ). Often there was a group of geilou on th

Whenever friends come visiting, I'm usually stumped as to where to bring them. In the end, it's always Jalan Alor. Such a lack of imagination I must admit, but it was a walk down memory lane for Nic and POD who were visiting from Singapore. In 2010, they stayed at the seedy Federal Hotel with its bad springs and busy hallways. Fast forward a dozen years later, this 'old married couple' was holed up at the JW Marriot. Definitely rounder and greyer. Haha. Jalan Alor had somehow evolved to a very touristy area with Sala Daeng vibes. Pretty shocked. Braved the crowds and gauntlet of of menus shoved into our faces to reach the restaurant at the far end of the road.  Great to catch up with them at Restoran W.A.W.  over the perennial favourites of grilled chicken wings, satay,  and roast pork noodles. Bunny ordered their ham choi soup and it was surprisingly good. Business was so good that after eating, it felt impossible to get the bill paid. Continued on at  Coffee Academi