Category: Food Reviews

Tsentsen, Karaoke, JB, Muar and stubby digits.

Tsentsen was in town recently and we hit the karaoke joint. The last time we sang together heā€™d got a bad sore throat so I had no one to duet with. Glad he could indulge me this time!

The duet.

We had so much fun! I wish I could karaoke every night. Tsen is an amazing singer, heā€™s performed in Carnegie Hall, ok!

After that, we adjourned to Williamā€™s for some supper. I had my favourite mushroom soup while Tsen got his dose of delicious cheese naan.

Camhoring at Williams.

The next dayā€¦.

Went to Kulai to attend a friendā€™s wedding. It was lovely! One of those weddings that is done the way the couple wants it and not because itā€™s ā€œsupposedā€ to be like that.

Boo and me at the wedding.

We stayed overnight in Kulai. Had dimsum for supper at 3am. It was one of the best dimsum Iā€™ve had. Big fresh juicy prawn dumplings and wholesome porridge. Errrā€¦obviously forgotten to take pictures again because I was too into the food =P

I did however, captured the mesmerising dollop of chilli sauce.

Next morning, we decided to stop in Johor Bahru. It was a disappointing trip. The traffic jam was worse than KLā€™s and the food wasnā€™t even good. We ate at this place because we saw some pictures of Singaporeā€™s quasi-celebrities dining at the restaurant. I should have known not to trust the taste buds of Singaporeansā€™. No offence really, but Iā€™ve had my fair share of Singaporean food and they are quite frankly, really bad. So, I really wouldnā€™t blame our neighbours for actually enjoying the less than fantastic fare weā€™ve got to offer.

We wanted to go to Danga Bay after lunch but a massive downpour hit us and the traffic jam got even worse. Didnā€™t help matter that Danga Bay signboards also went missing after several turns. We decided to abandon JB and head up to Muar.

When boredom struckā€¦

On our way to Muar, we called the Suan to ask for directions to the infamous otak-otak. But girl told me sheā€™s in the Land of Smiles so I quickly cut short the conversation (Iā€™m such a considerate friend, ok) and decided to hunt the place down ourselves. After asking a few people from different petrol stations, we got to Bentayan Food Court.

Had 40 sticks of otak-otak. They were AWESOME. I forgot to take any picture because I was too busy eating, obviously. After otak-otak, we drove around somemore to look for soto. We failed in our quest though, so no soto =(

And here are completely random pictures of my digits because I really love my nail colours. I bought the nail polish eons ago but never used it because the colour didnā€™t look good from the bottle. Glad I tried it on and Iā€™m loving it now.

My nails

My toes

Hung up over Hong Kong.

Just came back from Hong Kong. Itā€™s amazing how a country only 4 hours away from ours can be so different. I was gasping at the sight of the highrise condominiums. Theyā€™re so high and dense, they seemed surreal. While I thought they looked absolutely majestic, I kept having this weird expectation of them collapsing at any moment. The buildings just seemed rather delicate to me.

Naturally, the first picture I took of Hong Kong is bamboo scaffolding. Itā€™s the 21st century and theyā€™re still using bamboos and churning out futuristic looking buildings. I think itā€™s too cool.

Bamboo scaffolding.

Then itā€™s off to delicious dinner of sui kao meen (dumpling noodle) and tung ling char (ice lemon tea).

Sui kao meen and tung ling char.

Camwhoring in the restaurant.

Absofuckinglutely orgasmic. I was tempted to order another side of dumplings only but I refrained. I had wanted to reserve more belly space for dessert. Wise move indeed.

On the way for dessert, I passed by what I assumed was an over-ambitious brothel as it addressed itself as a ā€œclubā€. Anyway, I took picture with it. Too bad the signboard wasnā€™t in yellow colour otherwise itā€™d have been more apt.

Wan Chai Club. Oooh sucky, sucky, onri 5 dorras.

Vintage pimpstress prepositioning unidentified male.

I got over my fascination with Hong Kongā€™s sex industry and adjourned to the dessert house. Itā€™s called Shu Liu Shan or something like that.

Mango pudding with ice cream.

Something made out of pomelo/sago/mango/coconut cream.

This dessert house must be the creme de la creme of mango based dessert. After having them, I can assure you that you can die happy. Aside from mango based stuff they also have shuet kap gou (hasma), birdā€™s nest and goodies likeā€¦.

Curry pork tripe,squid, radish and fishballs!

Pork skin RAWWKKKS. (rotflol, sorry inside joke)

I wasnā€™t contented with leaving just like that. I had to tarpao something!

At Lock Road.

Colourful Tsimshatsui.

Back at the hotel, I couldnā€™t sleep so I ate takeaway I bought earlier on from the dessert house.

Mochi with fresh mango filling.

They were so good I finished all of them at one go.

Still, I couldnā€™t sleep. So I started harrasing my boo via sms. Got him to make a 30 minute long distance call. For 30 minutes he listened to me sobbed and burped and farted and rambled. Thanks boo

I hate it when people give me unsolicited advice regarding relationships. Well, actually I hate it when people give me unsolicited advice regarding anything really. I mean, just because youā€™ve been burnt or dumped or conned, doesnā€™t mean other people are as weak or as dumb as you so really, STFU. SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Eeeerā€¦oops I veered.

1:27 am.

1:30 am.

Vertigo

Goodnight!

Celebratory feast.

So weā€™ve finished everything that has to do with tertiery education (except for the final year project presentation on the 6th next month) and thought we ought to celebrate. Being Malaysians, how else do we do it aside from drinking and eating? Hence thatā€™s exactly what we did.

We drove all the way to Tanjung Harapan for a feast at this restaurant called Port Village. Iā€™ve been there before for Motherā€™s Day but didnā€™t leave with a good impression because it was crowded and the food was so-so (thanks to my scrooge of an aunt too stingy to chip in for better seafood so we were ordering lousy food to please her). I really would prefer any restaurant in Teluk Gong over Port Village. Anyway, what the heck, I thought. It was a long journey to be there I might as well enjoy it.

And yeah, you bet I enjoyed it. Every single bite.

First up, vegetable fried with belacan and salt roasted mantis prawns (this is good stuff!).

Spicy clams.

Drunken prawns.

Chilli crabs and spicy dry crabs.

Obligatory fried buns to soak up the chilli gravy. Yum yum yum!

Marmite baby octopuses (addictive stuff).

All of us.

We ordered fried calimari to wrap up the dinner, but I forgot to take picture of it. It was also good! Oh, and I drank without passing out and managed to drive back home in one piece. Hehehe.

I think the gang and I are going to do this more often, weā€™re thinking about once a month, dedicated just for food. Well, this meal will go down in history as my last indulgence for the year. Iā€™ve vowed to go on a balanced diet with loads of exercise to lose this pesky 5 kilos that I havenā€™t lost yet. I hope it wonā€™t become another unsuccessful resolution.