And Every Moment Is Precious – UK/Spain 2009

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Precious moments.

Basking in the warmth of the fading summer sun in Winchester.

Walking in the rain in London, puddles of water splashing with every heavy footstep.

Inhaling the scent of wet grass and sheep droppings in Avebury.

Marvelling at the 90,000+ mobilephone wave at a Coldplay concert in Wembley as Viva La Vida thunders on.

Going 65 metres up into the towers of the Sagrada Familia to experience a most breathtaking sight that can only be inspired by a greater being.

Standing in awe at its base, and wondering about my puny yet significant existence in this universe.

Getting drenched by angry waves, and laughing at how much I look like a drowning duck.

Meeting Carlos, a film director from Mexico, again and again and again in San Sebastian because the city is only that big.

Being ecstatic with the knowledge that Robert Duvall is sitting just 10 feet away from us while we’re watching his movie, Get Low at the San Sebastian International Film Festival.

Being mistaken for a movie actor (budget movie only).

With eyes closed, listening to the melodious strumming of flamenco music at Park Güell and letting the music envelope my entire being.

Drinking cider in Reading with my brother and realising that despite the different lives we lead, we are essentially the same.

Cheering Liverpool on at the Kop end of Anfield.

Eating Dulce de leche gelato and walking hand in hand, our fingers intertwined, secure in the knowledge that we have each other.

Limping several kilometres along the beach to view The Wind Comb by Eduardo Chillida.

Taking in the colours and smells of the morning markets.

Giggling and making faces at each other at a 3-star Michelin restaurant, oblivious to our surroundings.

Making new friends – Mireia, Elena, Jose Ramon, Carlos, and many more.

Sitting by the beach at night, in silence, and thanking God for every precious moment that He has so graciously given to us.

Getting totally lost in Spain and enjoying our journey of discovery, of life, and of each other.

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For past writeups on food in Spain, check these out:

Mugaritz

On the Pintxos Trail

Note: All pictures, with the exception of the Coldplay album, are mine.

For Goodness Saké, Bangsar Village II

For Goodness Sake

Sake1 /sayk/

• noun (1)(for the sake of) for the purpose of or in the interest of. (2) (for the sake of) out of consideration for or in order to help. (3) (for old times’ sake) in memory of former times. (4) (for God’s/goodness sake) expressing impatience or desperation.

Saké2 /sä’kē, -kě/

• noun a Japanese alcoholic drink made from fermented rice.

— ORIGIN Japanese.

(Source: The Compact Oxford English Dictionary)

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I had arrived early and was standing outside For Goodness Saké while talking on the phone with him.

“Let’s eat at For Goodness Sake (sayk),” I said hesitantly, because it seemed like a strange name for a restaurant.  I looked askance at the restaurant waitress.

“For Goodness Saké (sä’kě), ma’am,” she said.

I was still on the phone.  “Saké? For Goodness Saké?” I said, to no one in particular.

“Hello?” he was still on the line.

“I’m confused. I’ll call you back.”

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Robatayaki

After a brief linguistic struggle, I decided that it was a pretty creative name after all.  (“Hogwash,” he said, “it’s corny lah!”)   For Goodness Saké is the latest addition to the ever growing Ms. Read empire.   It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that the restaurant serves Japanese food, with a menu containing simple Japanese bar type fare – small bites, maki, sushi, salads, noodles and robatayaki.   Robatayaki (Japanese grill) is only available for dinner, and includes chicken, beef, seafood and vegetables.  A selection of sake and wine is also available for consumption.

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Saba shioyaki

Sake and yakitori are a great match; salty food generally goes wonderfully with alcohol, but eating the skewered meat was akin to downing a swig of the dead sea.   After the initial sucking (a salt-removing ritual that I dreaded each time I picked up a morsel from the plate), the flavour of the meats generally came through.   The shisho maki (shisho leaf and beef) and gyu tan (ox tongue) were tender and flavourful.   The nan kotsu (soft bone chicken) was too chewy while the reba (chicken liver with teriyaki sauce) came out overcooked. The other items (quail eggs, chicken skin) were not very memorable.

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FGS Maki

Thankfully, the sucking and chewing process (consumed with lots of green tea and sake) ceased when the saba shioyaki (mackerel with salt) was placed before us.   The grilling was perfect, revealing a thin crispy skin and moist immaculately cooked flesh.   Intent on filling our stomachs further, we ordered a serving of Maki.   The FGS Maki, presumably the house specialty since it bore the name of the restaurant, was a combination of rice, crabstick, avocado and mayo, rolled in ao nori and topped with ebiko.  A no-brainer combination but it failed to create any lasting impression on me.

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Oroshi Udon

The tagline for the restaurant is “it’s a noodle bar”, so naturally, we weren’t about to walk away without trying their noodles.   Our serving of Oroshi Udon came beautifully presented, a quivering poached egg placed on a bed of udon and garnished with spring onions and ebiko.  We ate the noodles cold with a Japanese vinaigrette.   Simple, filling fare, but again, quite forgettable.

I do like the place, though.  The decor is aesthetically pleasing, and the food is reasonably priced making this a great place to visit with your friends when you’re in the mood to down a bottle of sake or two.  Service is also attentive.

For Goodness Saké
2F-29A, Bangsar Village II,
No. 2, Jalan Telawi 1, Bangsar Baru, KL.

(Credit: First picture of restaurant exterior courtesy of Sean)

Vineria, Bangsar Shopping Centre

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When I first started food blogging at the end of 2006, I was shooting with my Nokia N70 cameraphone, a hand-me-down from Bald Eagle.   At that time, I felt embarrassed to be seen taking photographs of food, so even a point-and-shoot was too obtrusive.  A lot has changed since then.   As I developed a thicker skin, I moved to a Panasonic Lumix FZ5 which was pretty fantastic for a compact camera.  And then the world of DSLRs beckoned.   My first DSLR was a Canon EOS 400D (I’m a big supporter of Canon, having used Canon SLRs in the days before digital), then a Canon EOS 1D Mark II.  I was taught a difficult lesson one day when my EOS 1D got snatched right before my nose, and to say that I was devastated would be an understatement.   After several days of tears, with resolute determination I snapped out of my self-pity realising that I loved photography too much to give it up just because of a stolen camera, and picked up my 400D with a new attitude.  Moving back from a 1D to a 400D is a humbling experience, but on hindsight, it was one that I needed terribly.  I now shoot with a Canon EOS500D.

Last week, Bald Eagle gave me a gorgeous little compact camera, a Sony Cybershot T90, which is so tiny it fits into my palm.  I set my new toy to work at Vineria, an offspring of Bar Italia, on its opening night.  I confess, I have yet to read the manual.  Anyway, I’ve been told that all I have to do is point and shoot, which is precisely what I did.

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From the antipasto menu, we had the duck and foie gras sausages served with truffle cheese fondue.   It wasn’t quite the start we were expecting, as the truffle cheese fondue looked like it had coagulated into its original form.   The sausages were gamey and overpowered any taste of foie gras.

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The Spanish Ham on stewed Toscana beans proved to be a bit better.  I am not a fan of beans, but I thought the cured ham was a good foil for the stewed beans.   The gnocchi was nice, but could have been better, as it lacked the soft feathery fluffiness that would have elevated it to greater heights.   The barley risotto, despite my excitement upon ordering it, didn’t surprise me one bit.   It was the familiar taste of chewing slippery boiled grains (from all the years of drinking barley at the coffeeshop), although in this case, it was savoury instead of sweet.

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We were immediately attracted to the grilled seabass, which was not on the menu, but came highly recommended by the wait staff.  It was apparently flown in fresh; how can one say no despite the hefty pricetag attached to it?  We are suckers for keywords.   It didn’t disappoint, though.   I’d say that it was probably the best dish that night, fragrant with the scent of rosemary.

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I’m a big fan of Bar Italia’s gelato; in fact, I’d go so far as to declare it the best in town, so I was quite excited to find Bar Italia’s gelato listed on the desserts menu.  Unfortunately, our luck had run out so we settled for tiramisu, Traditional with Sicilian Marsala and Espresso ristretto, and Modern with coconut and Fiordilatte.   The coconut version felt like congealed Pina Colada, but my appreciation for it grew with every mouthful.

Service was attentive.

Vineria
G-133, Bangsar Shopping Centre, KL.

Tel: 03-2287 7889