Of damn good South Indian food and an unfortunate wet t-shirt contest

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In my office of a hundred odd people, it is easy enough to spot the person who has just been to the loo.  With all the newfangled gadgetry in the world, and despite the major renovation of the office toilets a couple of months back, the changes seem to be merely cosmetic.  Mind you, I am thankful that we’ve moved from the ancient look of the 80s (think cheap white fluorescent light above soft board ceilings) to classy maroon tiled finishing, chrome taps and soft warm hidden lighting.  What irks me is the leaky bidet hose which splashes water into my leather heels;  I’ve found a new position while sitting in the loo now – my left foot is raised about a foot off the floor to avoid the leaky hose and my body is contorted to ensure that I don’t fall off the seat.  It’s quite a workout.  I can’t avoid the second problem, though.  The bloody taps are water bombs in disguise.  Don’t be fooled by the elegant appearance; nay, these taps gush like a man ejaculating after a 60-day abstinence and cover your entire chest with enough liquid to douse a fire.

It was divine providence that I would be meeting an old friend for lunch just after encountering yet another harrowing session in my office loo.  One learns to be dignified in such conditions.  Look him in the eye, give him a strong handshake, and stand at an angle so that he does not see that you’re a candidate for a wet t-shirt contest.

We had decided to walk to Chinatown to have lunch.  A brilliant idea as the strong gusts of wind from the passing vehicles would ensure that my chest (dress) would dry by the time we reached our destination.

Now pay attention to what I’m about to share with you.  If you’re looking for an Indian meal that will make you shed tears of joy (well, to be honest, you’ll also be tearing up with all the dust from the nearby MRT project), then you’re at the right place.  At the intersection between Jalan Tun HS Lee and Jalan Sultan stands a narrow shoplot bearing the name Yong Bee with a pa kua mirror above the entrance, but you won’t find any Chinese food here.  You will see a smiling Indian man with a thick MGR moustache standing behind trays of hot curries, peratals and stews.  You can tell that the food is freshly cooked from the steam emanating from these trays.  A queue will start forming at 11.45 in the morning, and the food is all but gone by the time he closes at 3.30pm.  The sweet and savoury mango chutney that he makes is so good that I can eat it with plain rice and die happy.  His mutton peratal is tender and cooked in a rich and thick sauce perfumed with coriander and turmeric and ginger.  Everything is decidedly homecooked and reminds me of mum’s cooking (especially that mango chutney!!).

Go early for the best stuff.  Open Mondays to Fridays for lunch only.

Oh, I should let you know that the kiwifruit blogging competition is over.  I ended up in 5th place while my arch-nemesis, Fatboybakes, stood at 3rd.  Congratulations, Swee San, on winning the super prize.  This social media thing is just not for me.  Nevertheless, it was good fun getting the creative juices flowing.  I can’t believe I’m saying this but….*gasp*….is FBB….*gasp*….my muse?

NAHHHH!

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That Naan and Tandoori place in Ampang

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The stall serving naan and tandoori opposite Ampang Point doesn’t have a signboard, but the folk at FriedChillies call it Uncle Aru’s.  Crowds throng this place daily for the most scrumptious naan and the tastiest, juiciest pieces of tandoori chicken and fish.  I generally avoid using superlatives because the “best” is always arguable, but I haven’t come across a fluffier, tastier piece of naan in my life.  Try the garlic + butter naan (2 in 1) – it is my favourite.  They’ve somehow perfected the method of cooking in a tandoor oven.  Chicken pieces, even breast meat, come out tender and juicy with the right amount of spices, and the fish (tenggiri) with lime juice squeezed over it is just divine.  While I rave about the naan and tandoori, the accompanying curries and sambhars don’t excite me as much.  There is no such thing as perfection.  Didn’t someone say that the search for perfection begins with the detection of imperfection?

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Plain naan

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Succulent pieces of tandoori chicken

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Butter and garlic naan

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Tandoori fish

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Celebrity spotting at Ampang stalls – former national walker and former national hockey player

Thanks, Jun Chan, for introducing this place to me!

On a different note, with the beginning of a new year, the following verse rings true to me and will be my assurance that everything has its purpose:

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Here’s to a wonderful 2011.

That Naan and Tandoori place
Tel: 012-354 5624
Open for  dinner.

GPS coordinates: 3.157067, 101.750141 (+3° 9′ 25.44″, +101° 45′ 0.51″)

Maharaj, Jalan Gasing PJ

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I fell in love with Bald Eagle the day he brought me cherry tomatoes.

We were in university then, and were subject to the revolting food served in our halls.   I expressed a craving for cherry tomatoes.   Unbeknownst to me, he hopped onto a bus and went to the Mall to buy me tomatoes.   I had no idea that he had even paid attention to what I was saying, so when he turned up at my door with cherry tomatoes, my eyes were brimming with tears.

His thoughtfulness has carried on through the years.  Flowers for no particular reason.   Dinner at my favourite restaurant when I least expect it.  Breakfast in bed.  Coffee in the morning.  A cute momiji toy.   A book that I’ve raved about.  An unexpected text.

As skewed as his thoughts may be sometimes, I suppose everyone should subscribe to Fatboybakes‘ credo, i.e. do not do during courtship what you dont intend to do the rest of your married life, because the last thing one should do is feel that giving ought to be an obligation.   It shouldn’t.   And I would never expect flowers just because it is Valentine’s Day, and I would never expect diamonds, just because they tell you that it is the only way he can say “I love you” effectively.

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Maharaj is the place to go to if:-

1.  You’re tired of thosai and idly.

2.  You want to dine like a King (they have a couple of huge ornate chairs fit for royalty).

3.  You think orange goes fabulously with purple. (it does!)

4.  You’ve promised your girlfriend the Taj Mahal but your bank account shows only RM125.26 (including interest).

5.  You want to rock your world with a new vocabulary with words like cuchumber.

Cuchumber is, indeed, a word, and it isn’t miss-spelt.   Pronounced koo-choom-ber, it is a type of salad made with finely julienned vegetables.  The salad is then tossed with lime juice or vinegar and coriander to give it a rather zesty flavour.

If it weren’t for an invitation by Marian Eu (on behalf of the owner, Ilan Govan) to dine at Maharaj, my life would have been incomplete and my linguistic tongue twisters would have been limited to thosai, vadai and apam.

The cuisine at Maharaj is as wide as the motherland.  From Goan to Hyderabadi and Ilan Govani (i.e. owner’s variation of classic dishes), you will be spat upon if you requested for something as common as idly (you know…those round white steamed discs).  Okay, so spitting’s not allowed.  The servers at Maharaj are as gentle as the afternoon breeze on a hot humid rain-less day in Kuala Lumpur.  But if you choose to dine at Maharaj, I appeal to you, be adventurous.  Try the cuchumber.

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Cuchumber – julienned raw vegetables.  A nice appetiser, but can also be eaten with breads and grills.

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It Doesn’t Matter if You’re Black or White

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Vegetable Kebab – the texture was soft and mushy thanks to the potato, cauliflower and cottage cheese (paneer) filling, with a slightly minty flavour.

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Coriander Salad – looked suspiciously like cuchumber, but with a mayonnaise and yoghurt dressing that helped counter the hot chilli effect from the subsequent dishes.

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Mixed Grill – Minced Lamb, Fish Hariyali, Chicken Kebab, Chicken Tikka, Prawn Kebab.  The minced lamb was heavily spiced, masking the gamey flavour of the lamb.  The fish hariyali, deriving its colour from green chillies, was less spicy, while the chicken kebab was very tender and far from dry.

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Tiger Prawn Tawa Masala.  Tawa simply means hotplate.  The prawns were slathered with masala spices then cooked on a hotplate, leaving a crust of spices that tasted very much like our Malaysian otak-otak.  Very tasty, and probably the most expensive item that night.

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According to the proprietor, Ilan Govan, the concept of the restaurant represents a journey of art, culture and cuisine of India.  As such, the “rooms” are decorated differently; one painted with haveli windows of Rajastani abodes, another with a mural of the Taj Mahal, and one with paintings of courtyard dancers.  Various decorative items are available for sale as well.

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Various types of naans – plain, garlic, with sesame and ajwain, kulcha (stuffed) with cottage cheese, potatoes or onions).

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Black Pomfret in Masala Sauce.  The fish was first deep fried, after which a masala sauce was poured over it.  The texture of the flesh was firm, similar to mackerel.  Went wonderfully with the breads which soaked up the sauce.

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Royal Minced Mutton Briyani.  The caramelised onions provided a sweet taste to the briyani.

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Squid Vindaloo.  Not as spicy as I’d expected, the squid were tossed in a mildly spicy puree made with onions, tomatoes and chilli.  Not mushy at all.

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Garlic Rice.  I LOVED the garlic rice – steamed basmati that was light and fluffy with a moderate garlicky taste.

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Mutton Rogan Josh.  The mutton was rather chewy and not the best I’ve had.  This is a popular Kashmiri dish where the colour is derived from a special kind of pepper.

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Chicken Hyderabadi – the mildest of all the dishes, the sauce had a cashew nut base, and the flavour was enhanced with garlic and tomatoes.  Was definitely one of the more popular dishes that night.

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Palak Paneer and Navaratna Kurma.  The cottage cheese (paneer) in the Palak Paneer was smooth and firm.  An extremely addictive dish.  The Navaratna Kurma was new to me.  The dish was made with nine types of vegetables and dried fruits and  cooked in a cashew nut gravy.  When so many ingredients are used, inevitably the dish is a winner.

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Mango Kulfi – deriving its colour from saffron, the kulfi included almond, cashew nuts and pistachio.  Very rich and dense.

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Gulab Jamun.  A little too soft for my liking as it was probably soaked in the syrup too long.

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Carrot Halwa.  Absolutely delicious.  The taste of the carrots was still recognisable and not masked by the sugar.

The food at Maharaj, while not being ambrosial, warrants merit.  This is the place to go to when one wants to have a nice relaxing evening in an airconditioned environment and with polite and attentive service.  Beers and wine are also available.  The restaurant is situated in a bungalow, and there is enough parking space for approximately 30 cars.

Maharaj
59 Jalan Gasing
46000 Petaling Jaya

Tel: 03-7968 5515

Opening hours: Daily, 11.30am to 3.00pm, 6.30pm to 11.00pm (last order)

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The pictures above were taken with the Panasonic GF1 (a surprise gift from Bald Eagle).    It is such a sexy camera, compact enough to slip into my handbag without weighing it down too much, and filled with features that would rival a DSLR.  Needless to say, I’m loving it.