Archive for February 16th, 2008

Your Step-by-Step Guide To Malaysian Cuisine: parts two and three

Saturday, February 16th, 2008

After Sugar Cane Special, here were the steps involved in yesterday’s lunchtime outing with Tennis S and Italian-German C, a woman who’s staying in the hotel, too.

First, food in a restaurant in Georgetown’s ‘Little India’, a fascinating area full of ramshackle shops and eateries and bright colours and Indian smells. We went for a famous banana leaf-style lunch (as opposed to a famous curry fish head), which goes something like this:

1. Place banana leaf on table.

2. Add rice:

3. Add dahl:

4. Add condiments and a piece of fried fish or mutton curry, according to degree of carnivoriousness:

5. Eat the following with your fingers (yes, fingers. Brick Lane Curry Nights will never be the same again):

6. Fold banana leaf to show that you’re done:

(Handily doubles up as a clutch bag.)

And for afters? Why, trying drinking a coconut!

Before:

During, part one:

During, part two:

During, part three:

After:

This is hard core coconut drinking, too. The coconut isn’t ripe - hence being green, as opposed to brown and hairy - and so the resulting liquid isn’t milk-like and coconut-tasting, but clear, and well, slightly sweet and nutty tasting. I can’t say I’m a huge fan, but still. At least now I’ve had coconut in more forms than a) a korma and b) a Bounty bar.

Oh, and look: there was a lovely man wearing a traditional Malaysian outfit in the exact same colour as a coconut. And he didn’t seem to be insulted by me making that observation, either:

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I don’t believe it…

Saturday, February 16th, 2008

I’m in the Executive Lounge doing some work, and have asked them to change the CD that’s playing over the sound system, because I swear to God, if I hear ‘I Believe I Can Fly’ played on saxophone just one more time I may strangle someone.

They laughed a lot when I said that - fortunately - and duly obliged.

And guess who they’ve put on?

That’s riiiight!

Michael Sodding Buble

At least, I think it’s him. I can’t be sure. AllĀ  I know is that it isn’t Frank Sinatra singing ‘The Way You Look Tonight’.

STOP PRESS: Horrific realisation. It took the presence of ‘Uptown Girl’ to do it - but I’ve just realised that the offenders in question are Westlife. I never thought I’d say this, but Michael Buble: I take it all back.

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