Latest Recipe, Le Meridien

marshmallows

When I first saw The HSS’ pictures of Latest Recipe, I cursed.  No, no, it wasn’t an imaginary curse.  I sent him an SMS with some colourful language.  Firstly, I was jealous of his pictures, and secondly, I wasn’t there.  (Commercial break:  This talented dude takes FABULOUS pictures.  I have a shrine for him in my garden where my pet frog, Tom, lives.  Tom worships him too.  End of commercial.)  So when I received an invitation to dine at Latest Recipe, I didn’t give two hoots whether The HSS was invited.  I was going, baby, and I was going to taste some of that gorgeous psychedelic teppanyaki ice cream which I had salivated over at his Flickr site.  Boolicious, Paprika and Cheryl Lum (the Director of Communications at Le Meridien KL) made up the ravenous group.

Indian Counter

Indian counter

Tandooris and naans.  Chapatis and dhal.  Raita and Mutton.  Green pea curry and kebabs.  Beautiful colours, lovely aromas and fiery flavours.  I was happy to just stand at this counter and bask in the atmosphere.  Until somebody asked me for a slab of the Mutton Skewer.

Salad Bar

Salad Counter

It certainly got my attention!  The rows of test tubes contained a variety of salad dressings, pre-mixed and ready to pour.  Boo and I felt like Form 5 students in the lab as we picked up each tube,  peered at it closely through thick rimmed glasses, made an analysis of it, and poured a different mix into each of the 6 little piles of salad.   Mrs Easau, my Chemistry teacher, would have been so proud of me.  And the salad!  Crisp mesclun, romaine lettuce, cucumber, carrots, corn, radish and sun-dried tomatoes, olives, feta cheese, croutons, capers, pickled vegetables and a whole lot more tantalized us as we struggled to make up our minds.  And to top it all off, there was balsamic vinegar in fascinating fruity flavours – raspberry to apricot to orange, and truffle oil for a splash of luxury.  Salad never looked so good.

Japanese Counter

Japanese counter

I confess.  I reached for the sashimi first.  You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.  I’ve had years of conditioning at buffet lines, and the one-two have always been sashimi and oysters.  You there.  Yes you.  I heard you say “how typical”.  Now do 20 pushups before I tell your mama.

The sashimi was nice with a selection of salmon, maguro, butterfish and octopus.  The teppanyaki brought about mixed reactions.  We had no complaints about the taste, a beautiful buttery blend with seafood mayo topping, but the scallops were a little undercooked.  Of course, that would have been easily rectifiable had we taken it back and asked the chef to cook it further, but our butts felt a little too heavy at this point.  Anyhow,  a soft mushy scallop ain’t so bad after the third piece.  The beef was soft and pliable,  just like my grandmother’s gums.

Chilean Oysters

oysters

I was in polite company, so I didn’t take more than four. You there. Did you say something again? Give me another 20 pushups.

There was also a range of other seafood on ice – Green lipped mussels, pacific prawns, slipper lobster and blue yabbies.

Malay Counter

Malay counter

I headed straight for the seafood barbeque.  Marinated in a simple sauce of light soy, onions and pepper, we had a choice of stingray, prawns, squid and bamboo clam.  I loved the asam jawa sauce which I liberally poured over the seafood, but I thought the bamboo clams were a bit sandy.  Who needs fibre, eh?

Chinese and Western Counter

Miscellaneous

We weren’t impressed with the dim sum which we found a bit too hard and the skin too thick.  The shanghai noodles in hot and sour sauce was absolutely delicious.  Imagine one bowl shared among four people (we wanted to make space for other food).  We were practically fighting to slurp up the last bit of starchy soup.

The pasta was the chef’s special.  The squid ink fettucine with garlic, mushroom, chili and shrimp in olive oil was very good, although the flavours were rather subtle.  All pastas are made on the spot, so you’re assured of freshness.

Chocolate Fountain

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There are normally three chocolate fountains at Latest Recipe:  dark, milk and white.  But the white had thrown a bit of a tantrum when we were there and was taken away for a rotan session, so we settled for the remaining two.  There was a lovely selection of marshmallows (filled with assorted flavours), chocolate cake and strawberries – sweet, juicy strawberries that turned into sinful glossy temptations after being rained on with melted chocolate.

Tapas and Other Desserts

tapas and sweet temptations 

It was easy enough to mistake some of the savoury tapas as desserts.  The shredded duck rillette looked more like nougat, while the cauliflower panna cotta didn’t look like it had cauliflower in it.  (Now that’s an idea to get the kids to eat their vegetables!) The sweet desserts didn’t quite excite me.  The pretty presentation was just that.  Pretty.

The freshly prepared waffles came with an assortment of condiments: raspberry jam, peanut butter, mango, chocolate and raspberry sauce.  Very nice, although it was a bit too thick.

pretty red trays

Lovely lacquered trays with moulded compartments for individual items were provided for ease of carrying.  It is thoughtful details like these that draw me to a place.  Likewise, the Japanese counter also had a similar type of tray with different sized compartments to lay out the sushi, sashimi and teppanyaki items.  The trays fit in perfectly with the lively coloured panels along the counters.  Similarly, the presentation of the food in cast iron pans, woks and chinaware made it look much more appealing as compared to your run-o’-the-mill buffets.

Teppanyaki Ice-Cream

teppanyaki ice cream

Being part Japanese, I chose the green tea ice cream over the less exciting chocolate, strawberry and coconut.  With a wide array of sprinkles, from dried fruits, nuts and jellies, I picked the ever-popular Koko Krunch (perhaps I had heard it mentioned once too often this past week) to be mixed together with the ice-cream on the ice-cold table top.  The resultant product was a chunky blended ice cream.  Whilst I liked the texture, I thought the flavour of the green tea was a bit too strong.

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Paprika scorned at my selection and declared that she was going to get something resembling the rainbow.  The rainbow in her part of the world must be very different from mine.

Overall, I felt that the buffet was worth the price as quite a bit of the food was freshly prepared.  Service wasn’t so great , though, as they kept clearing but not replacing my utensils.  Don’t skip the Indian counter – it was definitely one of the best, while the teppanyaki at the Japanese counter came a close second.  Desserts are always a novelty, so the next time I visit, I shall spend more time trying the cooked food instead of reserving space for desserts.  The ice-cream can be improved.  The noodles and pasta were a surprise – I loved them both.  And finally, a big thank you to Cheryl for the invitation.

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Latest Recipe
Level 5, Le Meridien Kuala Lumpur.

For reservations, call: 03-2263 7434

Operating hours: 12.00pm to 2.30pm (lunch), 6.30pm to 11.00pm (dinner)

Buffet lunch: RM68++
Buffet dinner: RM78++
(Surcharge of RM10++ on weekends)

Buffet desserts: RM38++

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The C. Club, Pavilion Kuala Lumpur

The C. Club

Walking into The C. Club (an offspring of The Carat Club), the first question that came to my mind was “Who the h*%$ was the I.D. guy?”  On one hand, some of the furniture were lovely.  I loved the Kartell Bubble Club armchairs by Philippe Starck (the man I’ve worshipped for over 5 years) and the droolworthy Louis Ghost chairs also by the same awesome designer, but if one wanted to carry the same polycarbonate theme throughout the restaurant, at least choose something better than the plasticky silver bamboo-like chairs and the faux marble laminated tables that not only appeared unstable, but were unstable.  Forgive me if I’m wrong, but they certainly didn’t resemble designer furniture, unlike the immediately recognisable Starck pieces.  And yet, these were still acceptable, because at the very least, they tried to comply with the overall theme.  What I couldn’t stomach were the chilli red cushions bearing the “fook” character, obviously in preparation for the coming Chinese New Year celebrations, and the unsightly pink carnations in cheap yellow vases that screamed pasar malam throughout the restaurant.    Don’t get me wrong.  I am not against CNY decorations if they are tastefully done and go with the overall theme.  Why spend so much on I.D. and then destroy the entire look by throwing around a few cushions which are completely wrong?

BUT….

I told myself that nothing would get me down.  I was going to be optimistic about the evening.  After all, I had two of my favourite friends with me, so it would take a lot to get me upset.  I looked at the menu.  I had to read it at an awkward angle as it was made of an annoyingly shiny paper with specks that reflected light at different angles.  Much like diamonds.  Except that this was just paper.  The girls said that I was getting old and that was why I couldn’t read the menu.  I say bollocks.

I slid, or rather, attempted to slide, on the cushioned seat to get nearer to Paprika.  My pants got caught on the remarkably non-slip upholstery and almost ripped off my butt.

Nope.  Nothing would get me down.

Service was amazing.  Three guys came to our table (all on separate occasions) to let us know that the food would arrive shortly.  The first came and said 40 minutes.  Five minutes later, the second dude came to say 3 minutes.  The third played safe and said it would arrive shortly.  Smart fellow.  He’ll go far.

We ordered the three mains which were recommended to us.  Boolicious had the grilled aged fillet of beef with wasabi and sea urchin butter served with wakame, broccolini (that’s not baby broccoli but a cross between a broccoli and chinese kale) and tempura shimeji mushrooms (RM59).  Quite a mouthful, but only in words.  The tenderloin had slits in it due to the supposed ageing process, while the sauce had an obvious japanese taste to it, although I wouldn’t be able to tell what sea urchin butter tasted like.  In other words, some of the flavours were subtle.  The wakame flavour came through, and there was definitely a buttery taste to the sauce.

True to my name, I had the lemongrass and rosemary marinated lamb loin with pumpkin roesti, jumbo asparagus and tomato and roasted garlic glace (RM55).   The lamb loin was cooked perfectly, a tinge of rose but not bloody, very tender and tasted lovely especially when touched lightly with the dark and intensely flavoured garlic sauce.  Too much, and the sauce overpowers the meat.  Too little, and it tastes bland.  So you, as the diner, are in control of how happy you will be at the end of the day.  Much like assembling Ikea furniture.  Screw the wrong hole, and your spouse doesn’t get that good night kiss he so longingly craves for.  The pumpkin roesti was plain and a little raw.  I ate it with the sauce for added flavour.

What turned out to be the star of the night was a dish we all kept pushing to each other as it didn’t seem appealing on paper.  Paprika was rewarded for her graciousness when she agreed to take the pan seared salmon “rossini” on oxtail stew, topped with foie gras and balsamic palm sugar glace (RM59).  That’s a little bit of fish, cow and fowl for you.  Would you have ordered this dish if no one told you it was good?  I think not.  Anyhow, the way I see it, this is a meal for the rich, simply because very little chewing is involved.  The salmon was cooked to perfection and went wonderfully with the foie gras and oxtail stew.  Paprika’s only complaint was that a few pieces of oxtail required a little more chewing.  Oh, what would I know.  I grew up poor but happy and chewed quite a bit in my lifetime.

Overall, the three dishes were just wonderful, and more than made up for the lack of taste in other areas (hint: red cushions).   I tried leaning back on those cushions, and they were actually quite comfortable.  The next time I visit, I shall have to wear dark glasses, or perhaps a filter over my spectacles to block all colours clashing with silver.  And if I’m in a really good mood, I shall knock over the yellow vase.  Because something that ugly does not deserve a place in this universe.

The C. Club
Level 6, Pavilion Kuala Lumpur
168 Jalan Bukit Bintang, 55100 Kuala Lumpur.

Tel: 03-2141 3160

Grilled aged fillet of beef

Grilled aged fillet of beef with wasabi & sea urchin butter served with wakame, broccolini & tempura shimeji mushroom
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Lamb loin

Lemongrass & rosemary marinated lamb loin with pumpkin roesti, jumbo asparagus & tomato and roasted garlic glace
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Salmon with oxtail stew and foie gras

Pan seared salmon “rossini” on oxtail stew, topped with foie gras and balsamic palm sugar glace
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Ugly fugly cushion

Ugly fugly cushion
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El Cerdo, Changkat Bukit Bintang – Of birthday celebrations, and a tribute to the original HSS

1.

Except for my dad who grew up on berries and boars on the plantations of Sungai Siput, the rest of us in the family have had less than solid stomachs. The whole family has a loyalty card at Pantai (buy 10 surgeries, free 2) and a parking lot right next to the lift reserved for the most frequent visitors. So when it came to planning a birthday dinner for mum (born in the Year of the Pig), we knew that the task was bigger than it seemed. We had to prevent another visit to Pantai at all cost as they had ceased their loyalty scheme. (They said they were losing money thanks to our last barbequed lamb fiasco.)

a toast to mum

Nothing can go wrong with pork. As I write this, all is well at home, and their faces are still plastered with happy grins, stomachs intact. Yes, El Cerdo delivered.

Jamon Serrano

We ordered a few starters and mains to share. The tomato soup with fine bits of pork was complimentary. The Jamon Serrano, basically air dried ham with slices of rockmelon (RM38 for one portion, we ordered two), was a play of salty and sweet, a little bit of country and a little bit of rock n’ roll. I embraced the flavours with the same excitement shown by my five year old nephew when he receives a hammer for a present (i.e.pure smashing ecstacy), while my mum politely smiled and said, “I thought we were going to have pork chops”.

Patience, I muttered.

I silently prayed. Please let the next item look like a pork chop.

Iberico BBQ pork spare ribs

Voila. Two servings of Iberico BBQ pork spare ribs (RM68 for one portion). Black pigs that have fed on a diet of greens and acorns along the southern border of Spain and Portugal (which basically means they’ve done a fair bit of exercising before their almost definite death at the chopping board of some spanish man with a long curly moustache) and are supposedly healthier, leaner, meaner pigs compared to the fat slobs roaming Kampung Baru Di Selatan Sana who feed on belacan and durians. And frankly, this was the best porker I had ever tasted. The pork ribs would have made a cannibal change his ways – the slightly salty, savoury marinade enhanced the juicy tender and yes, lean meat, and made the experience mindblowing. So it wasn’t a pork chop. Thankfully, mum had forgotten her mantra. We all resorted to using our fingers cavemanlike as a tribute to this wonderful animal.

roasted suckling pig before the beating

It got better. Shhhhh, keep this to yourself – the waiters at El Cerdo are actually actors who didn’t get roles in RTM2’s Drama Minggu Ini. Yes, El Cerdo has its own showtime. I won’t elaborate, although many of you are probably aware of the special performance, but suffice to say that the little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home and got one helluva beating from mummy and daddy.

roasted suckling pig after mum and dad got to it

The skin of the suckling pig (RM215 for a whole pig) was thin and crisp, and there was quite a bit of meat to feed 7 of us even though the menu said 4. It was the best roasted suckling pig I had ever tasted. My family concurs.

paella

The paella with seafood, chicken, chorizo and pork (RM88) was an excellent tummy filler. The rice was cooked to perfection. My compliments to the chef.

Death by Chocolate by Just Heavenly

And the birthday cake? It could only be Death by Chocolate from Just Heavenly – a sweet, chocolatey ending to a celebration enhanced by the sound of smashing plates and oinks. Music to my ears.

birthday pig

Elcerdo (www.elcerdokl.com)
43 & 45, Changkat Bukit Bintang
50200 Kuala Lumpur.

Tel: 03-2145 0511

2.

And while we are on the topic of birthdays, on 27 August 2007, Kenny Mah wrote me a wonderful collection of stories as a birthday gift and put it up on his blog. It was definitely a labour of love and something that touched my heart. Today, my friend turns 29. I wrote the following poem, specially for this friend who came into my life nine months ago and has refused to leave ever since.  Does anyone know of a good poison?

Why you so liddat?
Why you tease me so?
You say my voice sexy
Y’mean better than Nipple Joe?

How can I forget
The first time when we met
I swear I saw the sparks
Between you and that slutty baguette!

Don’t lie, it’s true
It’s not me you want
I can’t compete
With that baked runt

Happy Birthday,my love
Embrace your age
You’re old, I know
You’re almost a sage

Your hair will grey
Your teeth will fall
When that bun leaves ya
You have my number to call

Coz our friendship lives
Got nine months mah
If babies are forever
We’re forever and ever. errr. lah

Aiyoyo sami
I can’t rhyme for nuts
This is disastrous
I’d better shop for cards.

At least you know I didn’t plagiarize this poem.