Once upon a time,many years ago,when the locals were still brewing the coffee themselves,it was really,really,really,really good and the coffee was really,really,really,really,super,super,super,duper kau.
Today they got a muscular bangla and indon maids in the kitchen and things have gotten really,really,really,really bad.
Cos you see,when in Malaysia,the Indon maids like to hook up with the Bangla heroes that resemble the Hindustan macho men of their dreams.
Both get distracted by each other's sexuality and that results in a truly,truly,truly lousy cuppa that's really,really,really,really,really,really sweet.
Then,last time at night, also got some food stalls where the food was oklah can eat lah.
Now,you survey the stalls and you see that there is 777 pan mee that is churned out non stop.
So you order a bowl right?Cos you still don't believe that you cannot find a single edible non smelly bowl of noodles in Ipoh right?
Immediately after the first sip which is the pepper powder on top that you forgot to stir deep,deep,you hit your forehead and mix it up good,good.
You take the second sip and scratch your scalp cos it tastes like hot water with pepper.
You don't believe.
So you scoop,no fish,out the minced pork and to your utmost horror discover that it is done au natural with no salt,just sugar.Die.
Next you try your best to salvage your $3.80 for a dignified finish,poke around,lift out the noodles and take a small bite.
Your teeth gets hammered into your gums cos its texture is chewing gum hard and springy.
Not convinced,you order bah kut teh.Which should be renamed yuck kut sweet.
And satay which was tender because it was half cooked.
As if that was not bad enough,this coffeeshop is located opposite a dubious,ehem so called 'health spa' and that attracts grey haired horny double bended exotic meat gobbling for their libido leeches who think that everyone should hear how many CB's they have gone through as well as addressing each other by every chinese private part bad name they know.
So clever.
In the end what did I do?
Call 999 and hammer my frustration out on my keyboard from ICU.
