You would have been cajoled into coming here.Nancy Sit did and her pic is still adorns the greasy walls like it were a deity.
This place is a different kettle of fish.The first time I ate here I really hated it.But it kinda grows on you and I eventually learnt to like it.You have to be a Penangite or regular visitor to appreciate the food here.Because, like the carnavon street duck rice,this, is another oily,messy do.
Few would have not heard,of the war between the two Fatty's.One lies behind Giant Penang Plaza and the other here.Both went to court over the rights to use the name.Both are still using those names.Guess the Fattest to walk away from the battle must have been their lawyers.
This Fettes brother,likes to occasionally slip in a piece of paper into our takeaway to remind us that he is the original and no other,even if it is his bro running the other set up.There seems to be no end to this game of you up me and I up you .Last I knew,the other brother managed to get the then newly elected state government to select him for a hawker festival.Thus the pissed off other, started slipping notes into our plastic bags,photostated enmass like the 4 digit result,not hand written.
Just when I have learnt to appreciate the bitter herbal soup,oily rice,wet goey messy chopped up chicken,strangest recipes for other items on the menu,strange goings on at the mysterious door... way..... at the back of the shop(nope it is NOT a toilet ladies and gentlemen) and blur looking waiters (whether local or foreign everyone looks blur),something new burns me up.
Due to the fact that our state government wants the hawkers and food operators to do away with styrofoam packets,our friend here takes the initiative to wrap our food in plastic sheets.No wax paper,no styrofoam but bare plastic sheets.What is the point in that?It's just like jumping from the burning styrofoam pan into the fiery plastic goblet.
The worst is yet to come.Now due to health concerns with regards to the melamine/plasticware they serve food on,they have now replaced it with aluminium basins and bowls in every size.Big ones,small ones,flat ones,medium ones,little ones,large ones,not so large ones..sigh.
What is wrong with that you say?Well those things look like hospital bedpans cum doggie bowls on a dining table.Imagine trying to enjoy the meal from that,and no I do not like Clinic Cafe.
Welcome to Barbie the Nurse masak-masak for Ken the Dogtor diner.
The diner where your rice would arrive covered up in a round mini basin,atop a flatter basin.Where your chicken would be presented on a wider flat basin and taugey served on a medium basin,while the soup in the weeny basin resembles some discharge from Gleneagles.
Your expression will change from hungry human to lost appetite mongrel.
These basins look like they would fit right in on the floor of the SPCA .Thus you get confused whether you should scoop from them,lick from them or get down on all floors,shove your face in and wolf them down.
I have resolved to takeaway from now onwards.Am giving myself six months or so to develop cataracts so that I can blindly dine in again.
This place is a different kettle of fish.The first time I ate here I really hated it.But it kinda grows on you and I eventually learnt to like it.You have to be a Penangite or regular visitor to appreciate the food here.Because, like the carnavon street duck rice,this, is another oily,messy do.
Few would have not heard,of the war between the two Fatty's.One lies behind Giant Penang Plaza and the other here.Both went to court over the rights to use the name.Both are still using those names.Guess the Fattest to walk away from the battle must have been their lawyers.
This Fettes brother,likes to occasionally slip in a piece of paper into our takeaway to remind us that he is the original and no other,even if it is his bro running the other set up.There seems to be no end to this game of you up me and I up you .Last I knew,the other brother managed to get the then newly elected state government to select him for a hawker festival.Thus the pissed off other, started slipping notes into our plastic bags,photostated enmass like the 4 digit result,not hand written.
Just when I have learnt to appreciate the bitter herbal soup,oily rice,wet goey messy chopped up chicken,strangest recipes for other items on the menu,strange goings on at the mysterious door... way..... at the back of the shop(nope it is NOT a toilet ladies and gentlemen) and blur looking waiters (whether local or foreign everyone looks blur),something new burns me up.
Due to the fact that our state government wants the hawkers and food operators to do away with styrofoam packets,our friend here takes the initiative to wrap our food in plastic sheets.No wax paper,no styrofoam but bare plastic sheets.What is the point in that?It's just like jumping from the burning styrofoam pan into the fiery plastic goblet.
The worst is yet to come.Now due to health concerns with regards to the melamine/plasticware they serve food on,they have now replaced it with aluminium basins and bowls in every size.Big ones,small ones,flat ones,medium ones,little ones,large ones,not so large ones..sigh.
What is wrong with that you say?Well those things look like hospital bedpans cum doggie bowls on a dining table.Imagine trying to enjoy the meal from that,and no I do not like Clinic Cafe.
Welcome to Barbie the Nurse masak-masak for Ken the Dogtor diner.
The diner where your rice would arrive covered up in a round mini basin,atop a flatter basin.Where your chicken would be presented on a wider flat basin and taugey served on a medium basin,while the soup in the weeny basin resembles some discharge from Gleneagles.
Your expression will change from hungry human to lost appetite mongrel.
These basins look like they would fit right in on the floor of the SPCA .Thus you get confused whether you should scoop from them,lick from them or get down on all floors,shove your face in and wolf them down.
I have resolved to takeaway from now onwards.Am giving myself six months or so to develop cataracts so that I can blindly dine in again.
