Friday, February 18, 2011

Mee Manja @ Hutton Lane

We didn't end up here based on anyone's recommendations.
Just out of curiosity,since at any one time,the shop always had customers and was never empty.
If you pass by on a bike in the early part of the evening before sundown,chances are you might have made a mental note to stop here for a bite since the smell is quite enticing,meandering its way like an invisible net to snare you just before you reach the traffic lights down the street.
Later in the night the shoplight catches your attention as it bathes the streetfront adding to your melancholic yearning for the lost bustle of what used to be our beloved Georgetown's nights of yore,so alive with activity and humming with people.
You end up here because you remembered how the city centre used to throb at night,with families in every nook and corner,grandmas sitting outside on rickety chairs as they fanned themselves while watching passers by go about their business,the streets not so eeriely empty unlike now... years after the rent repeal.
In short you come here for the associated memories yet sadly this is one of those cases where the food smells better than it actually tastes.
Still,lonely old people staying in the vicinity,that are on a strict diet due to illness,actually get recommendations from other old folks to stop by here since the owners are very accommodative in regards to customers preferences.
They make the effort to wobble on their unsteady feet all the way here knowing they will always get an unpatronising smile and warm welcome that needs no words spoken, from the owners that know how not to prod without coming across as cold.The couple with the kindest eyes,exudes a comforting sense of familiarity even though they may be complete strangers.
As such,come here not so much for the food but to partake of a drink and drench in the sadness we all share as modernity engulfs our city and leaves our old people forgotten and unrequitted in familial love until the next chinese new year.

Lest I get more teary eyed,I shall stop reminiscing and sum this place up below,with a good and bad lowdown, that I present to you with a bucket of mixed emotions.
Times like these it truly sucks to be brutally honest but I know that every one of you readers have your own opinion and in the end when we are given the choice to choose whether or not to come here,it is not based on a bad review alone but whether you have the epicurean heart in you to give it a miss or a try.

The Bad
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1. Not enough salt used in everything
2. Whatever bony fragments of chicken meat you find inside your dish is on the verge of spoiling cos kept under unsuitable temperature.
3. Blandest mamak mee goreng I ever had
4. Strangest mee rebus you will ever taste cos it's like a cross between a very dilute soup(no thick sauce) with aji and noodles.
5. Very different from the regular mamak fare

The Good
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1. Very very very clean environment(surprise!)
2. Very rich and creamy milk tea with rose syrup
3. Spices slowly build up,head feels like bursting even though your tongue tells you the cabai is not hot
4. Very very nice owners
5. Very generous with the potatoes,lime and green cabai dip.