Of interesting coincidences and a Scent Meme

I’m not sure who/what’s more amazing.I was dining with the Bald Eagle at Iketeru in early February this year, and I noticed this unassuming young man sitting next to us, alone, asking very intelligent questions to the maitre’d, getting preferential service and quietly photographing the food he was eating. I turned to the Bald Eagle and whispered to him that this guy was either a journalist or a blogger. I was certainly very curious about him as he seemed to know a lot about japanese food. We had both ordered fugu that night, and so like the amateurs that we were, we tasted it a little and rolled it on our tongues, pronounced it tasteless and proceeded to dunk it into the vinegar sauce that was given to us and wolfed down the rest of the expensive fare. The man at the other table, however, was more refined in his eating. He seemed to experiment with the flavours of the garnishing that accompanied the fugu and then finally appeared satisfied.

I went home that night and was excited to blog about Iketeru. After doing a search, I came across a blog which contained a write-up on Iketeru. Checked out the identity of the writer, and voila, it was the picture of the young man! Coincidence ONE.

Last weekend, the Bald Eagle surprised me with tickets to Kanye West’s concert at Stadium Negara. At the concert, we made friends with some party animals, two of whom were Hawaiians and one, a Malaysian girl. We exchanged emails with the Hawaiians, but didn’t manage to get the contact number of the Malaysian girl as I wanted to get out of the congested parking area ASAP. Yesterday, I was randomly browsing around other blogs, and came across an interesting blog belonging to a friend of a fellow food blogger. Turned out, it was the same girl we partied with! Coincidence TWO.

The internet is certainly making it easier for us to locate people. Imagine, I found these two people without a name or an email address. Just a common interest.

While we’re on non-food related topics, Pink Elle tagged me last month with a Scent Meme, asking me if there was any other fragrance I liked besides lemongrass. Hello! 😛 I do admit, though, that I have an unnatural obsession for lemongrass, but the obsession’s mostly with eating it, rather than wearing it. 🙂 I’m not sure how many I’m supposed to list down, but being the mysterious (haha!) person that I am, I shall not reveal too much about my fragrance preference other than state that I have over 20 bottles of perfume for different occasions. And that’s the wonderful thing about our olfactory glands. I relate major events in my life to the various scents that I wear.

I shall list down 3, rather than 5 (or is it 6?) of my favourite fragrances:-

scents
Annick Goutal’s Vanille Exquise (right), a gift from the Bald Eagle which I use for special occasions. It has a lovely intoxicating fragrance.

Annick Goutal’s Des Lys (left), which I bought in London. By now, you would have probably figured out that I’m a big fan of Annick Goutal.

Escada Rockin’ Rio (centre) – sexy and flirtatious! I have a number of Escada’s fragrances, all of which are favourites.

Tag time 🙂 :-

  • 1. MeiYen – because you care about how you look (and smell??) and you just tagged me!

2. WMW – because you smelt delicious the first time we met. haha!3. cookies_cream – because if your fragrances are as varied as your pictures, you would have a very interesting collection. 🙂

On my wedding day several years back, I wore Pleasures by Estee Lauder. Smelling the sweet scent, I am reminded of that beautiful evening in the church filled with lovely scented flowers as we made our vows. Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

Bangkok Tom Yam, PJ Old Town

Despite growing up in an environment where spicy food is commonly consumed, my friends are always surprised at my inability to “handle” spiciness, from the mild to the extreme. A little extra chilli normally causes an extreme reaction in me. My eyes tear, my nose chokes, and beads of sweat form on my face and all over my body. It is a highly embarassing situation in every sense of the word. My indian heritage ought to give me immunity to such reactions but I’m beginning to believe (and my Makan Club friends will concur) that my genes got screwed up along the way. My tastebuds, however, crave for chilli, and therein lies the paradox of my life. And so I torment my body as I load up on chilli – my nasi lemak is always swimming in spicy sambal, indian food is relishly consumed and when I eat noodles or rice dishes, I always have a plate of sliced fresh chillies (filled to the point of overflowing) in soy sauce.

The one dish that always evokes the above sensations, without fail, is tom yam. Irregardless of the adverse reaction, I laboriously seek out the best tom yam in this part of the world. Pain is temporary. The taste, however, will be remain in my memory (and now, in my blog) as I strive to overcome the numbness in my body.

bangkok tom yam 2
And so, with the knowledge that I am a huge fan of tom yam, Pretty Pui introduced a wonderful place to me. This “restaurant” is located in a house in PJ Old Town, and one can be forgiven for thinking that people were eating at this place because of 1. a celebration, or 2. a funeral.

Bangkok tom yam 1
Stepping into the restaurant, I felt like I was intruding on a family dinner. The diners seemed to be regulars as they happily chatted with the chefs, a little old lady and a little not-so-old lady, who cooked outside the house. My excitement was apparent as the smells of sambal belacan, lemongrass and other condiments wafted towards my direction.

fish head tom yam
The most popular dish at this restaurant is the fish head tomyam. We were led to a freezer box where the fish were kept and we were asked to select the type of fish (either whole fish or fish head) for our tom yam. Feeling extremely hungry, we picked out the garoupa fish head and were immediately informed that the price was RM53. We certainly had no regrets when the dish was cooked and served to us. The flesh of the fish was firm and fresh. The tom yam was of a thick consistency with extreme flavours, both tart and sweet, and it would be impossible to drink it on its own due to the sweetness of the dish. However, eaten with rice, the taste is absolutely wonderful. Before long, I threw all caution to the wind and was drinking the soup and crying in pain at the same time. It was absolute punishment to my body, but I persevered for this little bit of heaven.

omelette with minced pork
We were also recommended the fried omelette with minced pork, but I could hardly taste the meat as the taste of the egg took dominance. It was, nevertheless, very fragrant and a delight to eat.

kailan with salted fish
The stir-fried kailan was fresh, crunchy and contained a generous serving of salted fish. In fact, every mouthful had bits of salted fish in it, so I had to ensure that it was followed by a mouthful of rice to offset the saltiness of the dish.

According to the owner cum cook (a Thai lady), this restaurant has been in existence for 13 years. I can’t believe that I could have subjected my body to this torture 13 years earlier when I was but a sweet young thing. I guess I shall have to make up for wasted time.

The total bill for two came up to RM73.

Other reviews:-

Bangkok Tom Yam
No. 23, Jalan 2/23, 46000 Petaling Jaya

Tel: 03-7782 4469, 012-617 1862

Opening hours: 11.00am – 2.00pm, 5.00pm – 10.00pm

Vishal Food & Catering, Brickfields – chettinad cuisine

array of food at vishal
The beauty about being of mixed parentage is that I have been exposed to a variety of cuisines from an early age. Mum learnt how to cook Indian food only after she got married, but she quickly picked it up to please my dad who enjoys a good curry. On her part, she taught my dad how to enjoy sambal belacan and kuay teow t’ng. It was a match made in heaven, and I am a by-product of their romp in their bedroom many many many many…..m a n y years ago after a dance in the rain (together with music and change of costumes) around the coconut trees in Penang.

Vishal, a chettinad restaurant, has been operating in Brickfields for the last four years. Dining at Vishal used to be an interesting experience. There was no signboard outside the restaurant when it first started operating. We were just told to look for the end shoplot next to Woo Lan. After locating it, we had to walk through the dark dusty room filled with cobwebs at the ground floor of the shophouse that seemed to be a store of some kind. We would then climb up the rickety wooden stairs to the first floor where we removed our shoes and walked barefoot to the tables that were lined up in rows along the length of the room. We would sit in a row, not facing each other, as Indian workers promptly placed banana leaves before us followed by the various types of food. It did feel like our little secret then. A little hideyhole which housed treasures meant for us alone. Of course, it was only a matter of time before word spread about the good food on the first floor of that dilapidated shophouse and people thronged the place to eat the freshly prepared meals at Vishal.

vishal, brickfields
Barbie and I recently visited Vishal after an absence of almost 10 months. During that period, Vishal underwent massive renovations and is currently a very presentable looking restaurant located at the ground floor of the building which doesn’t look as dilapidated as before and now sports a new coat of paint.

inside vishal
There is only one similarity between the old and the new Vishal. Tables are still placed in rows where people sit on one side. If you are seeking a romantic meal where you wish to gaze deeply into your partner’s eyes as you sip your payasam, this is not the place for you.

Service was excellent. Before our butts touched our seats, banana leaves were immediately placed in front of us as one of the waiters quickly rattled off the menu for the day. We were overwhelmed with the selection of food and felt rather intimidated and obliged to take whatever was recommended by the affable waiter.

“Briyani rice is very good. You must try it”, the man said.

Eager to try as many dishes as possible, I turned him down. “No, that’s okay. I’ll have white rice, please.”

“No, no, no, the briyani rice is very good. You try”, he said with a dancing movement of his head.

At that point, I gave in. Within seconds, the briyani appeared before me. Having tasted victory, the man backed off Barbie, so she got to enjoy her white rice.

briyani rice
The briyani rice with chicken was very good as the rice was infused with the flavours of the spices. The serving, unfortunately, was rather big and two could have easily shared that portion.

banana leaf rice
The banana leaf rice is served with a standard selection of vegetables. The vegetables that day were nondescript and uncreative. I hardly touched them after consuming the bare minimum for my daily intake.

The meat and fish dishes, on the other hand, were wonderful. The chicken varuval, a typical South Indian dish, had a dry, almost paste-like sauce that was spicy and extremely delicious.

fried fish
There were several types of fish, marinated in a turmeric and chilli paste, that were deep fried to the point of crunchiness and brought to the customer immediately.

lamb chop
An interesting dish which we tried that afternoon was the lamb chop. The lamb was presumably slow cooked until very tender and then fried in an egg batter. The resultant dish was surprisingly delicious with the meat literally falling off the bone and the fried egg creating a custardy sweet flavour to the spiciness of the lamb.

rasam
Rasam, a spicy soup tasting very much like mulligatawny (perhaps they are the same), is served together with the meal. We are both big fans of rasam, and I always maintain that rasam either makes or breaks a meal. In this case, the rasam was sufficiently sour without overpowering the rest of the flavours.

lassi
For refreshments, we ordered two types of lassi. Barbie ordered the mango lassi which the waiter claimed was made with Indian mangoes, while I had my favourite salty lassi, which is essentially a diluted yoghurt drink with salt.

payasam
For dessert, we were served payasam, a thick soup-like drink (like tong sui) made of milk, cardamoms, cashew nuts and vermicelli. There are several varieties of payasam, but the payasam served here is the traditional South Indian variant. I wasn’t too impressed with the payasam as it had a rather strong flavour of oil. The very sweet dessert, nevertheless, acted as a good foil for the spicy meal.

Vishal Food & Catering
No. 15, Jalan Scott
Off Jalan Tun Sambanthan, 50470 KL

Tel: 03-2274 0502/012-287 1995/012-311 2837/ 016-679 3374