Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Did this many moons back when the restaurant was still in its infant stage. Photos were found wanting so was not eager to post. I have never been back since. Personally I found the pricing with the small portions beyond my usual affordability. Tastewise, I prefer the Korean style of marination and dipping sauce.
This is a Japanese Barbeque Restaurant. 4 of us were curious to find out the difference. As appetizers, we had California Roll and Shake Sashimi (Salmon).
The round stainless steel barbeque pit was similar to those found in Korean restaurants. Charcoal powered.
We sizzled Tori Momo (Ostrich Meat), Hotate (Scallops), Karubi (Belly Tender), Nakaochi Karubi (Rib Finger), Shitake (Mushrooms), Okura (Ladyfingers), Kabocha (Pumpkin) and Chicken Garlic Sausages.For drinks, we had Ocha (Green Tea) and a bottle of foreign beer, Weihenstephan (me no sip so no idea of taste but wow, RM33 pricey).The bill:-Location:-Great Eastern Mall, along Jalan Ampang (Parking’s a breeze and cheap)
Friday, March 14, 2008
First day of Chinese New Year (CNY). Very sunny, egg sizzling on pavement hot. While most would be soaking in a cool homey surroundings savouring home cooked sumptuous vegetarian breakfast or nibbling on specially made delicacies, I was out "baking".
Bad news for us, the restaurant boasted of high ceiling glass windows. The air-conditioners had a hard time competing with the heat emanating from them. *sigh* But still it was better than further "baking" outside.
Drinks and fancy named food were average. We shared:-
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Long time ago, so this Philippine myth goes, in a wooden villa deep in the forest was a beautiful lady. An only daughter of an old, old couple, they wanted her married as soon as possible. They feared dying without seeing her married. This Philippine myth says Pangga was her name, meaning “object of love” in the vernacular. Aside from her arresting natural pulchritude, she was very industrious, kind, and smart with rustic wisdom. Moreover, Pangga knew a lot of trade skills that had earned her quite a bit of money. Thus, her parents wanted nothing but the best man for her. But Pangga fell for a local poet, a professional dreamer. He was known in the village as a desperate writer whose works of poetry made meager money. This Philippine myth continues that Manong, the dreamer, lived in the fields and slept in mangers. He was the town’s vagrant. But one thing about him; he had a knack for speaking sweet nothings, a full-pledged sweet talker who could promise the sun, moon and stars to the one his eyes beheld. Girls in town went crazy for him (though they never bought his poems) but his eyes were only for Pangga. His sweet nothings never fooled old folks, though. His own parents, when still alive, often remarked “Please cut out the sweet pleasantries!” when he was at his verbal talent again. In the vernacular the remark went “Manong magtigil ka nga!” So, as this Philippine myth goes, they gave him the nickname Manong. Pangga’s parents never bought Manong’s promises of bringing down the sun and moon to shine on their forest-dimmed bungalow and other sweet nothings. “You’re always saying that sun-moon conversation of yours. That’s all you know!” Pangga’s parents mocked him. But Manong and Pangga sought to stubbornly keep their love vows till their dying day. Then, the Philippine myth says, one day they disappeared in the woods.The Philippine myth ends with a discovery of a new kind of tree. Its fruit was a bit crescent-shaped like the moon, yellow like the sun, and sweet like Manong’s tongue. It was rich in nutrition as Pangga’s multi-faceted genius. In time it was called “Manga,” a mix of their names, and today’s vernacular for mango.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
Note: A family gathering in Tapah late 2006. Back when I was still taking pictures with my handphone's camera.