Sometimes you just want something simple for dinner. Let’s just go the food court, I say. This way we can avoid the traffic jam and leave only after dinner. You agree, as you usually do when you realised you somehow managed to get out of what’s-for-dinner duty. I stand in line at the chicken rice …
You tell me you are craving Thai tonight. Something decent, something not too far. We ask around and get a few names. We decide to try a few places. You know pretty much what you want — a spicy pomelo salad, a mango-and-cashew salad and a piquant fried fish. I add a seafood tomyam and …
She has the strangest shade of blue eyeshadow I ever saw. It made her look somewhat like a raccoon, one that was wearing Gucci and Prada, yes, but still looking like a raccoon. I don’t mean t be mean; she looks quite sweet actually. It’s the way she’s twirling her wantan mee with her fork …
You ask me what I would like for dinner. I suggest either the Chinese steamed soup or something Japanese. We decide on Japanese – I have unagi over garlic rice in a hot pot; you tackle a half portion of udon in a milky broth. That’s not enough, I say, you’ll be hungry later. You …
“Do you guys always patronise Western restaurants?” A question out of the blue from Jocelyn’s boyfriend. We were having dinner at Robson Heights Seafood Restaurant, a firm favourite for Chinese dishes like claypot crab rice, salted egg yolk squid and soft clams in superior stock. So it did seem somewhat strange that he’d ask us …
My friend Boo_licious started it, of course. With her tweet about a happy Tuesday lunch at Marutama Ramen, it got me wondering about a hot bowl of soupy ramen, what with the rainy afternoons and evenings we’ve been having in KL of late. The Queen suggested a ramen dinner together but alas! we were thinking …
It was the third cup that did it. There we were, sitting at our respective barbershop chairs in the hair salon. Our stylist Merrine was done with my hair and asked if I wanted some coffee – they had an espresso machine installed last month. “Sure, “I said, “a caffè latte would be nice.” And …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
