Overheard at the table behind us,a smart alec dished out this gem of an advice loud and clear enough for everyone to hear
"Never come here to eat,if you are really hungry"
Yes,it's true.This is where snails and tortoises congregate,when they need to take a chill pill,then proceed to remove their shells,only to decimate away on the very chairs which they are seated.
Service is so legendarily slow mo,never come without bringing a newspaper along with you.Upon finishing,you may proceed to the obituary pages and cut a hole in the centre of one undearing departed.Lift up the hole and position it in such a way that any of the kitchen staff's faces,may fit in.
Most of the customers here already have one foot in the grave.The younger set,have a misguided notion, that dishes that take 15 minute intervals to arrive at your table are a sign of a virtuous cook.Thus if you are the first in line,with 5 pax to a table,you won't get the chance to eat all at once.God help you if you are table no3.
Bear in mind,that most requests from you,are followed by perplexing hollers from the order taker,to the chef at the back of the kitchen ....on whether"Do we still have it?"
I would have preferred the chicken chop,which was nicely done with less flour coating than most places,only if it came without the gravy.Cos the sauce was a horrible mix of ketchup from the bottle mixed with flour and water.
While the roti babi's filling was very nice, the bread wrap wasn't exactly wonderful,plus I was lost as to how even the customary worcestershire based dip could end up a bland failure.
Can you believe,we even had the gall to call for some chu char dishes.A total of 5 differents fares.The first arrived before the chop and the last only after we had finished the roti babi.
In all cases,the amount of salt used is a problem.Some contained too little,while others ended up extremely salty like our shrivilled kangkong belacan.
Eat here,to fritter your life away as you contemplate and analyse how the end of your days flashing past you at 15 minutes per serving,would feel like
"Never come here to eat,if you are really hungry"
Yes,it's true.This is where snails and tortoises congregate,when they need to take a chill pill,then proceed to remove their shells,only to decimate away on the very chairs which they are seated.
Service is so legendarily slow mo,never come without bringing a newspaper along with you.Upon finishing,you may proceed to the obituary pages and cut a hole in the centre of one undearing departed.Lift up the hole and position it in such a way that any of the kitchen staff's faces,may fit in.
Most of the customers here already have one foot in the grave.The younger set,have a misguided notion, that dishes that take 15 minute intervals to arrive at your table are a sign of a virtuous cook.Thus if you are the first in line,with 5 pax to a table,you won't get the chance to eat all at once.God help you if you are table no3.
Bear in mind,that most requests from you,are followed by perplexing hollers from the order taker,to the chef at the back of the kitchen ....on whether"Do we still have it?"
I would have preferred the chicken chop,which was nicely done with less flour coating than most places,only if it came without the gravy.Cos the sauce was a horrible mix of ketchup from the bottle mixed with flour and water.
While the roti babi's filling was very nice, the bread wrap wasn't exactly wonderful,plus I was lost as to how even the customary worcestershire based dip could end up a bland failure.
Can you believe,we even had the gall to call for some chu char dishes.A total of 5 differents fares.The first arrived before the chop and the last only after we had finished the roti babi.
In all cases,the amount of salt used is a problem.Some contained too little,while others ended up extremely salty like our shrivilled kangkong belacan.
Eat here,to fritter your life away as you contemplate and analyse how the end of your days flashing past you at 15 minutes per serving,would feel like
