Chiaroscuro, KL

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Seksan's

“I am living in a landscape that marks the clock
Where heat is the brief midsummer play
Of jasmine on the slated roofs.”

It is the season of the coming and going of friends.

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A brief weekend of girlish giggles over insightful, whimsical, intellectual, playful Readings at Seksan’s, where she read her poems to an attentive crowd, shortly after he read his lovestruck lovelorn writings.

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“I’ve lost that endless season
Of sun and rain
Where I eked out existence like a
Lizard on a rock
Quick to run and fix my beady eye
Upon the blazing sun.
Recall, the sudden squall
The gust of wind
The towering rumble from canyons of air
Beating on my pedaling schoolgirl frame
Lonely, toiling uphill past the house
of love lost and friends betrayed.”

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He brought a delicious butter cake that sang of sunshine and laughter. It was warm and rich, kissed with rosemary syrup and a hint of sea salt.  We ate it after Readings, under the trees, under the setting sun.

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We dined at Chiaroscuro. Not to be confused with churrascaria (a brazilian steakhouse), this is an Italian tratorria which means light and dark, referring mostly to the decor, with simply done up walls in grey and tableware in white in muted lighting all around. We were served thick cut bread to dip into little bowls of sundried tomatoes in olive oil.

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Greek salad (RM22)

The key to a good salad is fresh and good quality ingredients. The greek style salad with capsicum, onion, cucumber, fresh tomatoes and fennel with the most wonderful fluffy feta cheese was delicious.

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Whitebait polpette with balsamic reduction (RM26), Bresaola (RM28)

The fresh whitebait polpette had the appearance of fritters rather than meatballs. The balsamic reduction with its lovely syrupy consistency elevated this dish to higher level. The thinly sliced bresaola, with its salty taste from the curing of the meat, tasted lovely with the grilled mushroom, mixed salad and smoked cheese. The dish was drizzled with lemon olive oil.

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“I’ve lost the peculiar awareness burning
At the timid nape of my neck
At tender junctions of elbow and knees
The brown peel chafing away to new skin.”
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Clockwise from top left: Beef carpaccio served with rocket cress salad, shaved parmesan & truffle oil dressing (RM28), Pan roasted pork tenderloin with potato, spinach and balsamic vinegar reduction (RM46), Spring chicken with mediterranean style vegetables (RM34), Homemade fettuccine pasta with crab meat and baby spinach (RM28) 
“Sudden morning incense makes me long
For my grandmother’s red altar
And the Jungle Book,
Hiding from afternoon times tables
My mother makes me chant from a sheet.
Trailing after her at the market
The loud,”CHOP” of steel parting meat
The bag of chicken feet, or nangka
Or petai, pigs liver, roses and chat
To the Aunties of the street
With their curious eyes lingering
Between my shoulderblades.”

Other than the balsamic vinegar reduction, nothing masked the robust flavour of the pork tenderloin.  The spring chicken was roasted well, but lacked saltiness, an easily rectifiable deficiency.  The carpaccio was matched with rather strong ingredients, but they complemented each other rather well.

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“Here the kinetic buds foretell
The rain of blossom on the black tar road
Endless patter of water at midnight
Fills me with cool relief
Seasons come and
Leave my past to another country.”

From a poem entitled “Lost Seasons of the Sun and Rain” by Pey Colborne, read at Readings at Seksan’s on May 24, 2008.

Chiaroscuro
Ground Floor, 38 Bidara, (Behind Istana Hotel)
30 Jalan Bedara,
50200 Kuala Lumpur.
Tel: 03-2144 8006

Also see The Zest of Life.

Palate Palette, Jalan Mesui KL

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“Are you the type who likes surprises”, he asked on Facebook.

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Book of Sins by Bernice Chauly

The best type of surprise.  When someone pays attention to what you said in an earlier conversation on Tagore and Murakami and the silken liquid voice of Bernice Chauly.

And he even got it autographed for me.  I can’t contain my pleasure.

It’s not always about food.

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margarita

We are lunchtime alcoholics.

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We share delectable gossip at a table converted from an old sewing machine.  It is almost like it was meant to be.  Except that in the old days, little old ladies at sewing machines told each other stories of the fishmonger who slept with the goreng pisang seller’s daughter.  That dirty old man.

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Is this a reflection of our minds? A cornucopia of colours, twisted metal and wires? Beneath it all, we are so alike.

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My shrimp and avocado salad. A splendid combination of ingredients, but in this case, the finely chopped avocado was rather hard and lacked the creamy, buttery taste of ripe avocados.

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His oxtail shepherd’s pie. Braised, hearty, chunky oxtail in a pie with mushroom sauce to pour over it. The surface is a garlic potato combo.

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palate palette Lamb & onions potato wedges Ginger Creme Brulee Toasted carrot cake palate palette 
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Fish & chips

No ordinary fish and chips here. Tempura fried dory with a combination of potato and yam chips, an appealing vertical presentation.

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Petit Green Tea Mille Feuille

The pastry has a brittle, biscuit-like texture with the aroma of sesame. The custard, sandwiched between the biscuit layers, is creamy and has a faint green tea flavour.  This is my favourite.

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My weekend sojourn.

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With my Weekend B^*ch ©.

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“The world is full of metaphors
  and I am one of them.”

                                     -Bernice Chauly-
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Palate Palette
21 Jalan Mesui, Off Jalan Nagasari
50200 KL.

Tel: 03-2142 2148

Sunday & Weekdays 12pm to 12am
Friday & Saturday 12pm to 2am
Closed Monday.

Website here

Addendum

Perhaps it is necessary to include the following notes:

1.  No bald eagles were harmed in the process.

2. The Weekend B^*ch © is a food blogger from the south who visits KL once a week….on weekends….hence the Nic(k).

3.  Consent was obtained before making the reference. 🙂

Online friends

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“Hi.  Would you like to go out with us?”

Exactly a year ago, a couple of months after A Whiff of Lemongrass came into existence, I ventured out of my comfort zone and agreed to do the unthinkable – meeting strangers whose acquaintance I had made online.  It meant several things to me, but most importantly, revealing my real identity and feeling vulnerable under the scrutiny of several pairs of eyes belonging to seasoned bloggers was the biggest consideration.  Seasoned as in marinated in hot chili padi with lots of belacan and petai pods to boot!  There was Rasa Malaysia (photographer extraordinaire), WMW (human tripod extraordinaire), Boolicious (preeminent food blogger extraordinaire) and the man I feared most (then), Fatboybakes (brilliant wit and sarcasm personified).

“And what’s the name of your blog?  Sorry….could you repeat that?”

The words A Whiff of Lemongrass and Lyrical Lemongrass came out rather awkwardly from my lips.  I stifled my laughter as I felt silly saying it out aloud (for the record, I still feel silly saying it.  On hindsight, I should have chosen a more normal pseudonym….like Tom….).  But I shouldn’t have worried.  I realised then, as I realise now, that food bloggers are some of the most delightful people in the world.

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Precious Pea had just moved to her new place.  “Come over!” she said.   In less than a year, we had all become firm friends.  “I only have simple food to offer.”  Uh-uh…….

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God bless the chickens that gave up their wings….

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…fried popiah…. (this picture is for those (no names mentioned) who took the scenic route to her place via Ipoh and didn’t get to taste this as we had finished it up by the time they arrived)

…minimal oil with loads of seafood, just the way I like it…..

…we all need our vegetables…..

…carbs we love….

muffins

…freshly baked chocolate muffins…

pineapple tarts

…from now on, Precious Pea is going to supply me with her homemade pineapple tarts!….

Jackson‘s mum made this delicious tapioca cake (kuih bingka ubi)….

yoghurt cake

…if felt like Christmas again when I laid eyes on the yoghurt cake which the ravenous rabbit, Paprika, had made!

Camera tricks?  I think not.  Those who were present will vouch for the food that tasted as good as it looked.  So to call this food porn may not be entirely correct.  Pornography may look enticing on tape, but nothing beats the real thing, spare tyre and all, because it has one ingredient that pornography does not have.  Condoms.

Nah.

It’s love, baby. L-U-B, love.  Like the food which PP so lubbingly prepared for us.

Like fermented beancurd (i.e. the older the better, not the stinkier the better), these friends are for keeps.

(Also starring, Jason and Teckiee.)

The true test of friendship is being able to type out your friends’ blog addresses when you wanna link them without having to refer to your bookmarks.

The girl from Abu Dhabi may view pics HERE.