This entry today is dedicated to that special someone in or near Sri Kembangan or Cheras Selatan who has been reading my blog for many moons. Thank you. I know on weekdays around 0800 or 0830hrs, your eyes would be on my silent words. And to you, another special someone in Johor Bahru who would do the same… I’m glad to be read by you. This morning, like yesterday morning. And many mornings sudah. And of course you too, my special someone in Auckland. (Dee! I know lah it’s you.)
But who’s there in Wellington eh?
And who is in Pasig, Rizal (The Philipines)?
Now who is it there in Bandar Penggaram, Johor?
Would you – the one in Puchong, Selangor, leave me a comment someday?
The thing that makes it a challenge to kind of guess who and where you are, my special readers, is the FeedJit locator who insists that Sri Kembangan is in Negeri Sembilan. Kajang too is in Negeri Sembilan. Bangi has also been attacked, conquered by Negeri Sembilan and is no longer in Selangor. Kota Bharu has been moved to Perak. And I have been worried if Johor Bahru would soon be moved to Singapore… near Signature Park, Toh Tuck Road maybe! FeedJit is, with it’s ralat sifar and all, not overly accurate.
But you know who you are, and you know where you are.
To my dear readers in Kuala Lumpur, Wilayah Persekutuan – wherever in Kuala Lumpur you are: Titiwangsa, Bangsar Puteri, TTDI, Wangsamaju, Bandar Pusat Damansara, Bukit Gasing, Istana Budaya, Pesiaran U-Thant, Jalan Binjai, Ampang Hilir, Lorong Chong Khoon Lin, Jalan Watan 1, Gleneagles Intan, or Bandar Manjalara… I send you some Moscow cool morning breeze this morning. And tomorrow morning. And all the mornings, noons and evenings when you come and sit by me at Questa è Enida.
Spasiba bolshoi.
The best dish was Crab Salted Eggs! It is worth going back to Cheng Ho for, I must vote. With its rich sauce coating the fresh and sweet crabs, it was very different from what I have had. I am not sure if the original Chinese version would use karipulai the way many restaurants in this country would prepare Butter Prawns. But I am in the acceptance of Malaysianized Chinese dishes here. I’ll order this when I am in Beijing next.
The other three dishes were so-so. The Steamed Siakap was nothing more than a steamed fish with some poured-on asam pedas-like sauce. We didn’t enjoy bites of under-cooked chili sauce or gravy with the chili seeds still crunchy. There wasn’t any taste to begin with, let alone to finish with. Maybe we should’ve gone for fried Siakap instead of steamed. But it was supposed to be a matter of sauce, of course.
The Tofu in Sizzling Plate was nothing to brag about – a bit too runny for us, and we did not fancy the frozen vegetables (diced carrots, corns and green peas) in it! I usually associate those frozen bagged vegies with cheap fried rice at cheap restaurants. And oh, was the sizzling plate supposed to be sizzling when it got to our table? If it was, it uh… didn’t.
For the Kailan Belacan, I think the most polite way for me to put it is that it was not as memorable as the same plate you can get at Bangi Golf Resort, Bandar Baru Bangi. Perhaps it wasn’t Chinese enough for a comparison, but not many Kailan Belacans can go wrong. While this one at Cheng Ho did not go wrong, it didn’t go home with me for its taste either. I wouldn’t shout about how ordinary it was, nor was it something to shout about.
Questa è Enida 