Half the Malaysian population thinks that annal means having a constipation problem. Like how an employee goes, “My boss is so annal!!” Or, “Touch my annal and I’ll make sure you go down in the anus of history”.
My obsession about this topic stems primarily from an encounter I had last week. My anus was set on fire by a certain gentleman called Larry, not to be confused with Leisure Suit Larry, or Larry who used to spin at 11 LA (this bit should flush through the anus of anyone born after 1980), at a Tex-Mex restaurant in Jaya One called Frontera.
What started out as an innocent celebratory birthday dinner for two to contemplate the deeper meaning of amoeba life turned out to be a rambunctious affair, thanks to one surprise guest (who happened to be the owner who happened to be called Larry who happened to have his stash of prized tequila nearby). Three ain’t a crowd, and four, even merrier, as our new friend Tim, an American who was perpetually quizzed on the authenticity of the food at Frontera, joined the merry bandwagon of anus worshipers. Well, it wasn’t all fun, no sirree. Larry made it his goal to educate me on the complexities of Tex-Mex cuisine after pointing out that I did not have a Tex-Mex category on my blog. “You don’t like Tex-Mex food, do you?” he asked in an accusatory tone. Eep. I really do, sir. I’ve eaten it all of five times in my life. Gulp.
Tex-Mex food should not be confused with Mexican cuisine; should the muddle take place, aficionados of either cuisine would most likely fart on you (by virtue of being bean eaters), much like if you confused annal with anus. Seriously, though, I learnt in a mini lecture (Larry can be pretty intense about food when he’s not drinking his tequila) that fajitas originated in Larry’s kampung in Texas at a li’l eatery called Ninfa’s in 1973. A customer had ordered “tacos al carbon”, but Ninfa Rodriguez Laurenzo jazzed it up with various other condiments like cilantro, tomatoes, sour cream, cheese and onions, and voila, the fajita was born and Texas got its little green pin on the food map.
Thus began our exploration into the world of Tex-Mex cuisine at Frontera. From the crispy popiah lookalike Taquitos de Pollo with freshly made guacamole (not always available, apparently, so call early and beg for it ‘coz it is soooo goooood) to chicken sour cream enchiladas (corn tortilla filled with minced chicken), San Antonio style chicken with a very North Indian-tasting Cilantro Cream Sauce (Larry gave me a look of disdain when I expressed the Indian bit…*amateurs*), crispy beef tacos and chicken chimichanga. The predominant ingredients in all these dishes were tortillas, minced meat, sour cream and cheese. Personally, there’s only so much tortilla that I can eat. My favourite had to be the Chili Con Carne, a potpourri of minced meat, garlic, peppers and cumin, very dense in texture, and tasting rather fiery. To say that we were stuffed would be an understatement. I didn’t get to try the bestselling burgers, but according to Friedchillies, “each bite is filled with pure meat on meat action plus a pleasing tongue tingling spiciness”. Wow.
Human beings are rarely satisfied, even when they know they already have a good thing. At a microscopic level of this theory, Larry teased and dangled a carrot, and birthday boy, Jek, and I rose to the challenge. Looking back, I think the awesome margaritas clouded our judgement. Anyhow, what’s a bit of chilli, eh? We’re Malaysians, man. The first challenge was to attempt at least three chicken wings slathered with a sauce prepared with habanero chillies. (Note: Habanero chillies vs our local cili padi is like prostitutes matched against primary schoolboys who can’t rise to the occasion.) The reward? Bragging rights. No prizes for guessing who won this. A picture speaks a thousand words, and no amount of photoshopping can remove the beautiful pink flush on the cheeks. My Indian genes come in handy occasionally.
Then Larry brought out the second challenge, one that Jek declined – the habanero chilli in its raw form. The truth is, I’m a wimp. I shed tears even when I’m eating nasi lemak with sambal ikan bilis, but I had to defend my honour, and so I looked it in the eye, tipped my sombrero, and chucked it in my mouth. “This ain’t so bad,” I said. At that moment, a burning sensation crept to my throat, and before I knew it, I was screaming in my head – “Arriba! Arriba! Make it stop! Make it stop!”. I couldn’t cry. Tears would have caused my mascara to streak all over my face. Not cool. As Larry described it later, “She didn’t even bat an eye”. Hehe. I fooled them all. Oscar nominations should be coming my way any day now.
Barring the heat factor of the chicken wings, they’re actually quite tasty as the sauce has a tart piquant quality that I imagine would go wonderfully with beer. There are several heat levels for the chicken wings, so one does not have to be suicidal to enjoy the tasty morsels.
A great remedy to combat the fiery sensation from the habanero (which lasted up to 15 minutes in my case) is to have the key lime pie, a quintessential tangy American dessert. I reckon the milk in it neutralizes the pain caused by the chillies. My personal solution to fight the heat is to gulp down some really hot water which ends up numbing the tongue and makes you worry about other problems (like burnt tongue hehe). Works way better than iced water.
And so, we come back to the anus. When consuming the habanero, always be aware that there are consequences. My anus was on fire the morning after, thanks to my stupidity and an American named Larry H. Martin. Beware of him.
Frontera Bar and Grill
No. 19-8-2 Block L,
Palm Square, Jaya One,
No. 72A Jalan Universiti, 46200 PJ.
Tel: 03- 7958 8515
Bookings can also be made through theQguides.com.
Opening times: 12.00 noon till late
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Note: Whilst this was not an invited review (our sole intention was to celebrate Jek’s birthday at the restaurant and I had planned on footing the bill), our friend Larry surprised us by paying for the meal, and since he is the owner of Frontera and did all the ordering, some elements of an invited review may be present. Thank you, Larry, for a fun-filled evening. Your generosity is much appreciated.
Just went to Frontera with Ciki and Frat this last Monday. It was yummy. Especially what was NOT on the menu. The Chilli Cheese Burger. 😉
As someone who grew up and lived in Texas until I was, er, in my 20s, I’m a bit skeptical. But I guess I’ll have to go and try this place out now. Thanks for the review.
Nigel: I gotta try that chilli cheese burger. Will call you when I’m in Jaya One, k.
Glen Engel-Cox: Yes, do try it and let me know what you think. Always good to get another point of view. 🙂
ur review was summarised into a very entertaining story telling session just last week..but nice to hear it from the perspective of “the person who did it” and not the wimp. haha
heh, the habanero at frontera was one of my most memorable eating experiences ever, but unlike you, i didn’t escape with my dignity.
larry actually refused to let my buddy and i have it at first, even though we requested it, cos he said we couldn’t handle it. it didn’t light up our tongues, but it hit our insides really hard eventually.
we spent more than 15 mins lying on our backs on the restaurant’s sofa seats, clutching our bellies. the other customers must have gotten really worried looking at us, but we were too weak to sit up and we were in a cold sweat, even though it was like there was a fire inside our stomachs.
if i recall correctly through my haze of pain, larry brought us more margaritas cos he said there was something in them that would help us recover (and he charged us for those extra margaritas too, i remember!). we were ok after awhile, so the torture was short-lived…
Wah only the two of you and what a riot it was! Imagine if the whole jing bang went along. Sure set everyone’s anus on fire!
Hehe you seemed to have survived that Habanero pretty well – I’ve seen stories of vomiting, burning puke, and more on other blogs!
“My boss is so annal!!” Or, “Touch my annal and I’ll make sure you go down in the anus of history”.!!! hahahaha! so cute!
love the shots.. there.. u like it better now rite:P
Lol. Talk about suffering for your art. 🙂
(Hope you’re feeling better now!)
Haha..my friend (a guy) took the chilli and he cried!
And yup, the chilli cheese burger was yummy!
lotsofcravings: Yar, don’t trust wimps. They exaggerate.
Sean: OMG I feel your pain! Yes, I know the cold sweat bit. I was shivering, despite the heat of the chilli too. Would you do it again?
ALilFatMonkey: Well, we can do it again…together. 😉 I’ll take the photos, you do the eating. Are we on, babe?
julian: Yar, I think I’ll be up there in the Hall of Fame. (Larry, pls take note ar) Have you tried it?
cumidanciki: Thanks! Yes, a bit of editing goes a loooong way!
J: True. I’m crazy. hehe. Yes, felt better once I had the key lime pie in my mouth. 🙂
thenomadGourmand: Cried? Ah, I saw that too in my dining mate. 😉 Next time, will try the chilli cheese burger.
WOw..Looks good..:)
For some strange reason, this comes to my mind as I read your post..
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
I find cold milk exceedingly comforting to the burning tongue. I just had a similar experience with some exceptionally hot kimchi direct from Korea, and was downing the milk by the big gulpfuls amidst watering eyes. I think thick yogurt would have been better. But interestingly my si-fart didn’t feel the after effects. Perhaps the chinese cabbage, which is reputed to be cooling, negated it. Or maybe anything fermented like the fermented juices of an agave plant would work just as well..
Funny how you can talk about the excretory opening of the rectum in a food review and still make it come out smelling so sweet and classy. How could you not win?? *shakes head*
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Wao…fabulous…need to go there have a try dy~ ^^
wait a minute … are you saying it ok or not ok?
LL thks for ur support. So the habanero is that little things look like a flower? Veli hot? add to list to have.
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You shed not a single tear?? Dang woman, your resolve is hot as steel! I can only hope that I will one day bear to put my delicate constitution through a similar challenge!
hahaha memang cari pasal!
ass on fire!!! I think that I know that kind of feeling 😛
LOL. what a riot! ditto with Sean’s comment. ahahahha .. lying there for a whole 15mins, clutching your stomach? 🙂
that has to be the BEST reaction to the food, in order to scare off the other patrons.
but really, LL …. you did not even bat an eyelid? applauding you.
Yahhhh thanks Meena and Larry for a wonderful evening. I’ll share a little secret with all your readers. Larry says the best way to avoid the ass burning sensation the next morning is… get this… DON’T SHIT… don’t shit for 4 days. The 5th day… you’ll be sorted.
Please try that at your own risk… if you start to smell or spontaneously combust due to a methane build-up… don’t blame me.
Set! Name the time
darling! Oscar! oscar la you, not batting your special eyelashes one bit. Fantastically entertaining post as usual.
Kudos on your courage, seriously… I can’t imagine eating a Habanero. I love Tex-Mex though 🙂
Congratulations on your baptism of (ass-)fire! I love spicy food but I don’t think I’d want to eat a habanero, or in fact any chili, plain. It numbs the taste buds and I don’t want to lose my sense of taste for even a second 🙂
Vijay: Go try it. 🙂
gfad: Yar, milk or yoghurt would do the trick as well. In my case, I’m usually not prepared, so I end up gulping that really hot water to numb my tongue. My si-fart was so painful the day after, and worst still, I had to wake up early in the morning to go to Singapore for the Nuffnang Awards. KY showed me no mercy all the way there. hahaha.
uLi: Yep, lemme know what you think, yar.
Kusahi Keat: Will do!
minchow: LOL…towards the end, I wavered as my body started shivering despite the warm balmy weather. Good luck if you ever try it.
KY: Pbbbthhhhhhh. 😛
thule: You do? Ooooooo. Tell me! 😀
J2Kfm: Must act macho mah. 😛 I’m a fool. Plain and simple. 😛
Jek: Yar, I forgot to give that li’l piece of useless advice. hehe. Anyway, it’s hard to hold it all in. I shitted twice the morning after. Eughhh. The pain is unbearable.
Munkeyboy: Will call ya babe.
msiagirl: Yes, yes, I want to act. Wish someone would offer me a deal, but I don’t look like Maya Karin. 🙁
Kiran: Thanks! LOL.
Manggy: You’re right. Generally, I avoid eating too much chilli, but in this case, when two manly men challenge you, it’s hard to say no. 😛
i would have brave it with ya!! call me next time (if there is next time for ya) 😉
Wow the food is damn tasty it is making me hungry especially the sausage