Have deleted my earlier post and converged it with a new one cos there have been changes since then
Earlier Posting
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The food here is actually good.ingredients super damn fresh
HOWEVER beware of the scheming lady boss who never likes to return your change until you remind her about it and then she'll pretend and even apologise profusely after that.
I have eaten here more than 20 times and all those more than 20 times she has repeated this act without fail.I wan give her Oscar
2011 Posting
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The curry mee here has changed tremendously.The kick from the rempah is still there.However you need to get an extra scoop of rempah from the seller if you like yours as hot as mine.
The cheat lady boss is no longer to be found.The 60 something male owner now has three younger male helpers,one with dyed hair.All surrounding the stall in a half moon circle as if they are waiting for the pot of boiling kuah to go into a trance and reveal some misty empat ekor numbers to these Knights of the Chulia Street Stable.
The curry mee nows comes with globs of foamy oily little things floating on top,gross as the contents of drains around Cecil Street,the stall chaotic as ever.
Couldn't find any pig's blood nor prawns this time around.
But no complains about the cuttlefish,cockles n taupok.No complains that is about freshness in particular.Presentation wise the taupok looks like a facial cotton soaked in toner.Must add that they now have fishballs overboiled till they are transformed into golf ball sized testicles.
You need a few spoons before your tastebuds get accustomed to this saltier version of curry mee so unlike the majority that are sweet.
As for the wantan mee just next to the curry mee,you can smell the boric acid from miles away.This I have not touched for years.
Last time I forgot to add that,the adjoining fruit juice stall is still churning out probably the most value for money fruit juice in the whole of Penang like an asylum.
The juices(most popular being watermelon) compliments the curry mee so well since they really give you a lot of fruit inside and it really helps douse the fire like a hydrant.
The people that run this stall live on high tension wires.Constant squabbles about who got the order wrong are the order of the day.Just wear mufflers and ignore them cos they do treat customers better than themselves.
Anyway,this street bar is so cheap that stingy backpackers will allow themselves this dirty drain clogging little 'luxury' out of their pathetic travellers budget and make a beeline for this stall.
So cheap that some Starbucks like wannabes clutching Kelly style handbags at the area above the elbow(you know?those that charge into MNG sales?)will park their butt here so long,YOU actually age like Rumpelstiltskin by the time they leave.
Couple that with the porcelained skinned ones that come here for a cheap antioxidant while slooshing up on the cholestorol busting curry mee means that some of these beauties have an attitude to match Snow White's Stepmother.
Out of all,I think I saw the worst one today.
There was this trio of mismatched family members,one thin as a satay stick,the other a short midget and a podgier aunty Ah Lian, hovering behind this particular couples table waiting for them to finish and go.
You see,people here in Malaysia only do that when you are on the last teethers of your final scoop of soup and sip of drink.This is perfectly acceptable.
Those that were fine schooled in this street food etiquette,before the advent arrival of those blasted US kopitiams, know exactly how to respond.
They quickly finish up and leave,sometimes flashing you a kind smile and patting down the chair next to them with their hand and a nod of their heads,as an indication,urging you to sit before they even finish.
But just what did the Overweight Lady Gaga customer do?
Plain uneducated,typical double degree holder,rude.
To the chagrin of the fruit juice stall owner who was trying her best to get them a seating space,the Wicked Witch missing a mirror,lifted up one badly self manicured fingernail like a magic wand and haughtily ordered another cup of juice because she didn't want to give up the best seat on the roadside.
Hmmm...if it were me I would have tipped something on top of her fattiness and her ugly boyfriends pockmarked face.
Yes beware of haughty,very fair skinned,young,middle class,callously uncaring local female diners in your midst on the streets of Chulia.
These Donkey Damsels won't shift an inch,even if you are about to give birth cos they honed the 'kutu'* attitude sharing ONE drink amongst 6 BFFS (got no shame,even dare to give interview to newspaper some more) at an american coffee joint.
The male version of this strange chair and table hogging species don't score so high in the looks department.They mostly get up to their tricks in mid range and family restaurants especially during special discount days or occasions where there is a huge influx of desperate table seeking diners.
Oh,and these Adhesive attached to their buttocks Asses misbehave like this only in same sexed pairs.
To be fair to my own kind,I shall share the men's equivalent story with you.
One Valentine's,two men were enjoying a moment together at Chili's Gurney.
Ignoring the long waiting line(this outlet does not take reservations),where the sweating but trying to keep a cool face ushers, had a hard time coping,
they sat there so long from the time we stood in line for an hour,till after we had finished our meal and left,they were still warming their seats like a pair of father hens,
I am sure they both laid a human ovum and fertilised dinosaur egg to take home as a momento to hatch slowly at their own pace, each.
*kutu-a deragatory term,that means parasite,coined by the f&b industry directed at young male customers below the age of 30,that sit too long,never topping up their one single drink order,always asking the waiter for more ice to turn into water,because most times they have very little money to spare.
But in Penang it means a middle class to rich parasite,below the age of 40,that stubbornly sits there the whole time,trying to look like they are having a great time,taking great glee in causing distress in making one less seating space available,always eyeing people's reactions from the corner of their eyes.
They probably take the Rapid bus,drive an Alphard,Hyundai Startex,BMW,Honda Civic,Camry,second hand Cooper or a beat up Kenari.
These Penang Kutus won't bat an eyelid at the various hints dropped(from cleared tables to the bill presented,nothing shakes them),because they think they are entitled to squeeze whatever timeframe they think is worth the monies they paid to make up for whatever miniscule amount they spent on their meal/drink.
They will only leave when there are no more customers waiting to get in cos there is no more fun in it left for them then.
Earlier Posting
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The food here is actually good.ingredients super damn fresh
HOWEVER beware of the scheming lady boss who never likes to return your change until you remind her about it and then she'll pretend and even apologise profusely after that.
I have eaten here more than 20 times and all those more than 20 times she has repeated this act without fail.I wan give her Oscar
2011 Posting
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The curry mee here has changed tremendously.The kick from the rempah is still there.However you need to get an extra scoop of rempah from the seller if you like yours as hot as mine.
The cheat lady boss is no longer to be found.The 60 something male owner now has three younger male helpers,one with dyed hair.All surrounding the stall in a half moon circle as if they are waiting for the pot of boiling kuah to go into a trance and reveal some misty empat ekor numbers to these Knights of the Chulia Street Stable.
The curry mee nows comes with globs of foamy oily little things floating on top,gross as the contents of drains around Cecil Street,the stall chaotic as ever.
Couldn't find any pig's blood nor prawns this time around.
But no complains about the cuttlefish,cockles n taupok.No complains that is about freshness in particular.Presentation wise the taupok looks like a facial cotton soaked in toner.Must add that they now have fishballs overboiled till they are transformed into golf ball sized testicles.
You need a few spoons before your tastebuds get accustomed to this saltier version of curry mee so unlike the majority that are sweet.
As for the wantan mee just next to the curry mee,you can smell the boric acid from miles away.This I have not touched for years.
Last time I forgot to add that,the adjoining fruit juice stall is still churning out probably the most value for money fruit juice in the whole of Penang like an asylum.
The juices(most popular being watermelon) compliments the curry mee so well since they really give you a lot of fruit inside and it really helps douse the fire like a hydrant.
The people that run this stall live on high tension wires.Constant squabbles about who got the order wrong are the order of the day.Just wear mufflers and ignore them cos they do treat customers better than themselves.
Anyway,this street bar is so cheap that stingy backpackers will allow themselves this dirty drain clogging little 'luxury' out of their pathetic travellers budget and make a beeline for this stall.
So cheap that some Starbucks like wannabes clutching Kelly style handbags at the area above the elbow(you know?those that charge into MNG sales?)will park their butt here so long,YOU actually age like Rumpelstiltskin by the time they leave.
Couple that with the porcelained skinned ones that come here for a cheap antioxidant while slooshing up on the cholestorol busting curry mee means that some of these beauties have an attitude to match Snow White's Stepmother.
Out of all,I think I saw the worst one today.
There was this trio of mismatched family members,one thin as a satay stick,the other a short midget and a podgier aunty Ah Lian, hovering behind this particular couples table waiting for them to finish and go.
You see,people here in Malaysia only do that when you are on the last teethers of your final scoop of soup and sip of drink.This is perfectly acceptable.
Those that were fine schooled in this street food etiquette,before the advent arrival of those blasted US kopitiams, know exactly how to respond.
They quickly finish up and leave,sometimes flashing you a kind smile and patting down the chair next to them with their hand and a nod of their heads,as an indication,urging you to sit before they even finish.
But just what did the Overweight Lady Gaga customer do?
Plain uneducated,typical double degree holder,rude.
To the chagrin of the fruit juice stall owner who was trying her best to get them a seating space,the Wicked Witch missing a mirror,lifted up one badly self manicured fingernail like a magic wand and haughtily ordered another cup of juice because she didn't want to give up the best seat on the roadside.
Hmmm...if it were me I would have tipped something on top of her fattiness and her ugly boyfriends pockmarked face.
Yes beware of haughty,very fair skinned,young,middle class,callously uncaring local female diners in your midst on the streets of Chulia.
These Donkey Damsels won't shift an inch,even if you are about to give birth cos they honed the 'kutu'* attitude sharing ONE drink amongst 6 BFFS (got no shame,even dare to give interview to newspaper some more) at an american coffee joint.
The male version of this strange chair and table hogging species don't score so high in the looks department.They mostly get up to their tricks in mid range and family restaurants especially during special discount days or occasions where there is a huge influx of desperate table seeking diners.
Oh,and these Adhesive attached to their buttocks Asses misbehave like this only in same sexed pairs.
To be fair to my own kind,I shall share the men's equivalent story with you.
One Valentine's,two men were enjoying a moment together at Chili's Gurney.
Ignoring the long waiting line(this outlet does not take reservations),where the sweating but trying to keep a cool face ushers, had a hard time coping,
they sat there so long from the time we stood in line for an hour,till after we had finished our meal and left,they were still warming their seats like a pair of father hens,
I am sure they both laid a human ovum and fertilised dinosaur egg to take home as a momento to hatch slowly at their own pace, each.
*kutu-a deragatory term,that means parasite,coined by the f&b industry directed at young male customers below the age of 30,that sit too long,never topping up their one single drink order,always asking the waiter for more ice to turn into water,because most times they have very little money to spare.
But in Penang it means a middle class to rich parasite,below the age of 40,that stubbornly sits there the whole time,trying to look like they are having a great time,taking great glee in causing distress in making one less seating space available,always eyeing people's reactions from the corner of their eyes.
They probably take the Rapid bus,drive an Alphard,Hyundai Startex,BMW,Honda Civic,Camry,second hand Cooper or a beat up Kenari.
These Penang Kutus won't bat an eyelid at the various hints dropped(from cleared tables to the bill presented,nothing shakes them),because they think they are entitled to squeeze whatever timeframe they think is worth the monies they paid to make up for whatever miniscule amount they spent on their meal/drink.
They will only leave when there are no more customers waiting to get in cos there is no more fun in it left for them then.
