Was walking on the main road of Jalan Burma headed towards New World Park from the direction of Penang Plaza,when all of a sudden,from the corner of my eye,what I thought I saw,made me stop in my tracks,backtrack and take a good look again.
Two doors were left open,one on the ground floor and the other on the landing at a 45 degree angle above it.Curiousity got the better of me,and I decided to snoop around.
I found out that the ground floor belonged to Sri Batik while the top was Yuan Izakaya's.
Both kitchen's backdoors faces the back alley,between the coffeeshop and New World Park.The dark of the night,fully exposed its going ons.
Sri Batik won hands down for gross out shock factor.Yuan Izakaya trailed not far behind.The japanese restaurant was not THAT bad compared,not bad indeed as a prime hotspot for contracting some nasty bugs embedded in your sushi.
Over at the nyonya kitchen filthy,dirty,messy and wet conditions greeted this vigilante.
With ingredients strewn all over the perpetually flooded floor was ,was a lady doing some washing huddled in squat position.
This was terribly crammed quarters for a place that prided itself for displaying elaborate Nyonya inspired decor in the dining area.
Pretty much like buying a shiny designer bling bling apple and finding out that the core was rotting away.
Remember the newspaper advertisment that shows a 5 star diner with a third world street kitchen behind its closed doors ?
Well both of them are potential poster childs for their respective categories of food establishments.
Business wasn't that good the night I was lurking around,in fact there was not a single customer to be seen.
Staff could be found sitting on the outside benches across the entrance of the restaurant,with a fed up pall on their faces.
Didn't bother to trap up to Yuan,just couldn't stomach the farce one minute longer
Two doors were left open,one on the ground floor and the other on the landing at a 45 degree angle above it.Curiousity got the better of me,and I decided to snoop around.
I found out that the ground floor belonged to Sri Batik while the top was Yuan Izakaya's.
Both kitchen's backdoors faces the back alley,between the coffeeshop and New World Park.The dark of the night,fully exposed its going ons.
Sri Batik won hands down for gross out shock factor.Yuan Izakaya trailed not far behind.The japanese restaurant was not THAT bad compared,not bad indeed as a prime hotspot for contracting some nasty bugs embedded in your sushi.
Over at the nyonya kitchen filthy,dirty,messy and wet conditions greeted this vigilante.
With ingredients strewn all over the perpetually flooded floor was ,was a lady doing some washing huddled in squat position.
This was terribly crammed quarters for a place that prided itself for displaying elaborate Nyonya inspired decor in the dining area.
Pretty much like buying a shiny designer bling bling apple and finding out that the core was rotting away.
Remember the newspaper advertisment that shows a 5 star diner with a third world street kitchen behind its closed doors ?
Well both of them are potential poster childs for their respective categories of food establishments.
Business wasn't that good the night I was lurking around,in fact there was not a single customer to be seen.
Staff could be found sitting on the outside benches across the entrance of the restaurant,with a fed up pall on their faces.
Didn't bother to trap up to Yuan,just couldn't stomach the farce one minute longer
