Situated right smack in the middle of a backpackers street,and located in a squeeze of a quaint tiny shoplot,the heat from between the charming kitchen and the madhouse bustling tarmac outside,sandwiches you in.
Seeing that the distance between tables is rather close for comfort,plus, due to the fact that they run on a skeleton staff,we were prepared for the worst.
While waiting for your order you get disturbed and distracted every now and then by the sudden departure of cheapo white skinned tourists coming in here by word of mouth,only to bolt for the front door once they scan through the price list.
You see,a decent dish here costs around $20.
They run cos they reckon why pay so much when they can enjoy 12 tosais down in Little India for that amount.
Cut to the chase,we got off on a bad start.The cold drinks were terrible.Not kau,very thin,warm as a matter of fact right at the bottom and served with self made ice that melted so quick it was pointless ordering it cold in the first place.On top of that,the glasses looked like they needed another round of soaping.
Then we went on to the starters.I have to say that almost all the breads served here are 5 star good.And not all five star establishments mind you,serve breads this tasty,scrumptious and delightfully crisp and deliciously porous all at once.
So unexpectedly mouthwatering,addictive and good was it that,it made me wanna leap up from my table and shout "Yes!"
We rubbed our hands in glee anticipating the pasta to work a similar magic.
But alas,while I can say that the handmade pasta sealed the chef as a master in doughwork,(this was fine,laborious,loving handiwork,with an unforgettable texture)the fact that many of us Malaysians unaccustomed to anything other than Pizza Hut and Domino's,might lead us to find their sauces and ingredients alien,not to mention, take a lot of getting used to.
Ditto,the sandwiches which were a tad dissapointing.Soggy in the middle,nor that flavourful either.
Finally when the pizza came heaving and breathing alive,glossy and simply breathtakingly magazine worthy and cookbook looking good,a magnificent sight even though it was just 10 inches big,it simply knocked us off our socks.
The downside was that,the amount of toppings were rather sparse,it almost feels like a semi vegetarian pizza what with so little meats on the crown.
While this is no ordinary diner to me,where paper thin pizza crusts and awesome foccacia rule,and I have absolutely no complaints about the taste,I really didn't like the crummy setting nor having to hobnob with spaced out looking foreigners.
Thus this is one that you'll either hate on first contact or grow to love.
Not recommended for unadventurous diners and fussy old folks,unless you want them to give you lasam looks,thinking that you are a weirdo,paying this much for a small looking but extremely filling portion .
We never got a chance to try the salads,but they do look so seductive and colourful,if I ever wanted to turn vegan,this would be my temple.
Sadly for now, as they await us locals to discover and cozy up our tastebuds to them,the angmo customers will probably still be their main bread and butter.
Lest I forget,I should mention that the chef,on the other hand has to be potential to be a girl magnet,not attractive in the usual way,but nevertheless interesting a character and man enough,even in his trademark scarf, to rest your eyelashes upon if only for a moment.
Seeing that the distance between tables is rather close for comfort,plus, due to the fact that they run on a skeleton staff,we were prepared for the worst.
While waiting for your order you get disturbed and distracted every now and then by the sudden departure of cheapo white skinned tourists coming in here by word of mouth,only to bolt for the front door once they scan through the price list.
You see,a decent dish here costs around $20.
They run cos they reckon why pay so much when they can enjoy 12 tosais down in Little India for that amount.
Cut to the chase,we got off on a bad start.The cold drinks were terrible.Not kau,very thin,warm as a matter of fact right at the bottom and served with self made ice that melted so quick it was pointless ordering it cold in the first place.On top of that,the glasses looked like they needed another round of soaping.
Then we went on to the starters.I have to say that almost all the breads served here are 5 star good.And not all five star establishments mind you,serve breads this tasty,scrumptious and delightfully crisp and deliciously porous all at once.
So unexpectedly mouthwatering,addictive and good was it that,it made me wanna leap up from my table and shout "Yes!"
We rubbed our hands in glee anticipating the pasta to work a similar magic.
But alas,while I can say that the handmade pasta sealed the chef as a master in doughwork,(this was fine,laborious,loving handiwork,with an unforgettable texture)the fact that many of us Malaysians unaccustomed to anything other than Pizza Hut and Domino's,might lead us to find their sauces and ingredients alien,not to mention, take a lot of getting used to.
Ditto,the sandwiches which were a tad dissapointing.Soggy in the middle,nor that flavourful either.
Finally when the pizza came heaving and breathing alive,glossy and simply breathtakingly magazine worthy and cookbook looking good,a magnificent sight even though it was just 10 inches big,it simply knocked us off our socks.
The downside was that,the amount of toppings were rather sparse,it almost feels like a semi vegetarian pizza what with so little meats on the crown.
While this is no ordinary diner to me,where paper thin pizza crusts and awesome foccacia rule,and I have absolutely no complaints about the taste,I really didn't like the crummy setting nor having to hobnob with spaced out looking foreigners.
Thus this is one that you'll either hate on first contact or grow to love.
Not recommended for unadventurous diners and fussy old folks,unless you want them to give you lasam looks,thinking that you are a weirdo,paying this much for a small looking but extremely filling portion .
We never got a chance to try the salads,but they do look so seductive and colourful,if I ever wanted to turn vegan,this would be my temple.
Sadly for now, as they await us locals to discover and cozy up our tastebuds to them,the angmo customers will probably still be their main bread and butter.
Lest I forget,I should mention that the chef,on the other hand has to be potential to be a girl magnet,not attractive in the usual way,but nevertheless interesting a character and man enough,even in his trademark scarf, to rest your eyelashes upon if only for a moment.
