I swear you will grow fat overnight after you eat here.
Not that I am too particular about calories,yet it alarmed me to see that it was hard to ease the zip all the way up, after 2 days of dissecting the various dishes here.
If I ever become a regular customer. I know i will definitely transform from a small sized chinese into a huge lopsided Benggali Michelin spare tyre woman.With so many love handles,that time I'll need to buy extreme large panties from the mobile lingerie MAN (scream!!!pervert !!) in busy Chowrasta market.
Partially explains why one can spot lots of obese people taking time out to line up patiently forming a bloated human barricade ,bringing to life an otherwise scrawny, quiet roadside hawker area .
If you come too early,they're not open yet.
Too late,and they're wiped out.
Best way to spot if the place is open or not is to sneak a peek from busy the main road.
Once the snaking line of slow shuffling motley of Malaysians small,big and huge (as if this were a soup kitchen line )comes in view,pray hard that there's still some scraps left for you.
Line up and get turned off by the messy spilled warzone curries lining the open shelves. that come transported CIA style(cos they do their job so swiftly under the cover of darkness,F1-ing out of sight,leaving a smoke trail as you peer past the halo of the flickering bulb back at them) in the most gross out pasar malam style van,with destroyed carpetting,the stuff cockroach and rodent dreams are made off.
Yea,they don't cook food there on the spot.God knows what kinda of kitchen churns out their scret recipes.
What you don't see,you don't need to know.
Curries here have almost no aji,designed to accumulate at the hips and stay there for good.
If the thought of asking the Chowrasta Creep for undies in your size,doesn't freak you out,go ahead and enjoy without a care in the world.
Not that I am too particular about calories,yet it alarmed me to see that it was hard to ease the zip all the way up, after 2 days of dissecting the various dishes here.
If I ever become a regular customer. I know i will definitely transform from a small sized chinese into a huge lopsided Benggali Michelin spare tyre woman.With so many love handles,that time I'll need to buy extreme large panties from the mobile lingerie MAN (scream!!!pervert !!) in busy Chowrasta market.
Partially explains why one can spot lots of obese people taking time out to line up patiently forming a bloated human barricade ,bringing to life an otherwise scrawny, quiet roadside hawker area .
If you come too early,they're not open yet.
Too late,and they're wiped out.
Best way to spot if the place is open or not is to sneak a peek from busy the main road.
Once the snaking line of slow shuffling motley of Malaysians small,big and huge (as if this were a soup kitchen line )comes in view,pray hard that there's still some scraps left for you.
Line up and get turned off by the messy spilled warzone curries lining the open shelves. that come transported CIA style(cos they do their job so swiftly under the cover of darkness,F1-ing out of sight,leaving a smoke trail as you peer past the halo of the flickering bulb back at them) in the most gross out pasar malam style van,with destroyed carpetting,the stuff cockroach and rodent dreams are made off.
Yea,they don't cook food there on the spot.God knows what kinda of kitchen churns out their scret recipes.
What you don't see,you don't need to know.
Curries here have almost no aji,designed to accumulate at the hips and stay there for good.
If the thought of asking the Chowrasta Creep for undies in your size,doesn't freak you out,go ahead and enjoy without a care in the world.
