We came here because of the 3 day IT Fair.
The thing about D'Piazza Mall complex is that the ventilation is very bad (as awful as PISA),air conditioners help just a wee bit in alleviating the heat,and the toilet and wash basin systems are just plain,illogically missing,or placed in a weird way like it were meant for home use.
The entrance is as confusing as Tesco Tg Pinang.
In fact it is so confusing the organisers of the fair had to stick computer printer arrows up on the side of the complex to lead potential customers inside.Those that gave up,abandoned their vehicles on the road shoulder.
As you follow the arrows,should you decide to bypass the back of the complex and make one round to exit where you entered,you will still need to encircle the place again cos the whole of the inside looks so dark,lifeless,very un-complex-like and uninhabited.
Who the heck plans places like D'Piazza Mall and Tesco Tg Pinang?
Who are the smartass architects and feng shui masters?
You can't view much life from the outside and as you drive by,you don't see much activity either.The traffic flow is darn complex and navigating it is as horrid as going into a plantation.
Both professionals should be fired and barred from building planning ever again.
Worse of all,I heard that the mall was fully snapped up.Pity the buyers.
Never mind all that,back to business of scouting the many makan places available.I only had the patience to look on one corner.Cos the centre is so empty,with so many shop shutters down(those available sell cheap kuih,newspaper etc),it looks a lot like the wet market makan area opposite Sunshine Square( fast forward to 2011 and people can still come up with such backward ideas) with workers on strike.
There was a corner hawker type of kopitiam full of inconsiderate smokers.Nope.
There was a super warm satay place.No way.
Next to the satay was a cooler but empty klang bah kut teh.
We settled on Home's Cafe kopitiam cos the set up attracted our eye.Nice cool marble tables and old style matching chairs were a plus but the airconditioning was the deciding factor.
Thankfully we plonked our weary selves down.Ah,nice,nice respite.
Until they plonked some dirty ragged laminated menus in front of us.
I looked around us,the floors were icky,there was dirt here and rubbish there which nobody seemed to bother to sweep away or pick up.
The tudung clad cashier and waitresses were acting like they were some useless cheap lelong plasticware roadside shop assistants.
ONLY THE MEN WERE WORKING HERE.The women are mere wallflowers.No one would mind if they looked hot.But they weren't.
The waitresses had a hobby called Nobackbone.They liked to lean their butt against the cash register,their back against the wall,their legs against the lower serving counter and their arms against any available concrete structure.
The kitchen was so small ,I was amazed at the various stuff the Nepal/Bangla (Ipoh horfun bangla style anyone?)cooks could churn out.
Initially I had wanted a meal but looking at the sour,dissatisfied,unhappy faces of the many (suckers like me)patrons around,many of whom looked like they could not stomach their meals,I decided to test the waters by just having a drink.
Your drink will arrive in a nice ceramic kopitiam cup,accompanied by a PLASTIC spoon.You get the feeling that this outlet presumes that all customers are incapable of handling ceramic spoons.
And they have the guts to proclaim that they've been around since 1948.If I wanted this type of drink I might as well go to 7eleven pay for a 3in1 satchet,add hot water and drink that.
Verdict : FAIL
The thing about D'Piazza Mall complex is that the ventilation is very bad (as awful as PISA),air conditioners help just a wee bit in alleviating the heat,and the toilet and wash basin systems are just plain,illogically missing,or placed in a weird way like it were meant for home use.
The entrance is as confusing as Tesco Tg Pinang.
In fact it is so confusing the organisers of the fair had to stick computer printer arrows up on the side of the complex to lead potential customers inside.Those that gave up,abandoned their vehicles on the road shoulder.
As you follow the arrows,should you decide to bypass the back of the complex and make one round to exit where you entered,you will still need to encircle the place again cos the whole of the inside looks so dark,lifeless,very un-complex-like and uninhabited.
Who the heck plans places like D'Piazza Mall and Tesco Tg Pinang?
Who are the smartass architects and feng shui masters?
You can't view much life from the outside and as you drive by,you don't see much activity either.The traffic flow is darn complex and navigating it is as horrid as going into a plantation.
Both professionals should be fired and barred from building planning ever again.
Worse of all,I heard that the mall was fully snapped up.Pity the buyers.
Never mind all that,back to business of scouting the many makan places available.I only had the patience to look on one corner.Cos the centre is so empty,with so many shop shutters down(those available sell cheap kuih,newspaper etc),it looks a lot like the wet market makan area opposite Sunshine Square( fast forward to 2011 and people can still come up with such backward ideas) with workers on strike.
There was a corner hawker type of kopitiam full of inconsiderate smokers.Nope.
There was a super warm satay place.No way.
Next to the satay was a cooler but empty klang bah kut teh.
We settled on Home's Cafe kopitiam cos the set up attracted our eye.Nice cool marble tables and old style matching chairs were a plus but the airconditioning was the deciding factor.
Thankfully we plonked our weary selves down.Ah,nice,nice respite.
Until they plonked some dirty ragged laminated menus in front of us.
I looked around us,the floors were icky,there was dirt here and rubbish there which nobody seemed to bother to sweep away or pick up.
The tudung clad cashier and waitresses were acting like they were some useless cheap lelong plasticware roadside shop assistants.
ONLY THE MEN WERE WORKING HERE.The women are mere wallflowers.No one would mind if they looked hot.But they weren't.
The waitresses had a hobby called Nobackbone.They liked to lean their butt against the cash register,their back against the wall,their legs against the lower serving counter and their arms against any available concrete structure.
The kitchen was so small ,I was amazed at the various stuff the Nepal/Bangla (Ipoh horfun bangla style anyone?)cooks could churn out.
Initially I had wanted a meal but looking at the sour,dissatisfied,unhappy faces of the many (suckers like me)patrons around,many of whom looked like they could not stomach their meals,I decided to test the waters by just having a drink.
Your drink will arrive in a nice ceramic kopitiam cup,accompanied by a PLASTIC spoon.You get the feeling that this outlet presumes that all customers are incapable of handling ceramic spoons.
And they have the guts to proclaim that they've been around since 1948.If I wanted this type of drink I might as well go to 7eleven pay for a 3in1 satchet,add hot water and drink that.
Verdict : FAIL
