Current Mood: Domestic

They just keep coming back for more! And for that… my friend, is what i call “an assurance ticket for good food”

Pan Mee? Like rice, that’s knowingly the numero uno that we at least had once in our life time. Like anyone of you, I’ve tried this oddly familiar culinary almost like it’s been one of my recipe at least once every month. I have no particular covet for a good filling bowl of Pan Mee but i ironically DO LOVE this Pan Mee store stone throw away from my cribs.

Founded by some potential young teenagers, other than the owners had the side cornered shop rented down and let it been plain and simple, there’s not much avant garde that you can talk about with the decoration besides from a relatively small signboard and a comforting hungry giant baby girl standing 7 feet tall in the window poster, that i had my continuous imaginative conversations with Let perhaps that the one thing you might be amazed with is the exaggerated hail of crowds that are actually squeezing inside the shop, craving for their well-known Pan Mee at odd hours.

Here i am, stoned on the spot in front of 宝宝板面 (Bou Bou Pan Mee), the store that has its name well lit with their one and only weirdly tasty Pan Mee that somewhat different than the other Pan Mee you had at the hawker store out there. I scout among the noisy customers each indulging in their noodles with irritating slurps that only make me hungrier .

Then you might ask me, am i exaggerating it? Well, let’s put it this way,

They just keep coming back for more! And for that… my friend, is what i call “an assurance ticket for good food”. Therefore, i urge anyone of you that have your heart on this food, come to Cheras and give it a try at least once. And if it daunts your appetite, be generous and “bungkus” another few back home for your father, mother, uncles, aunties, couzies or even who knows? Your Huskies might like it too?

Wait! Ar Hah! I found a vacant spot! 宝宝板面! Here i comeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

comeeee…… (echoes)

comeee… (echoes)

come… (echoe)

co… (fading)

c… (fading)

. (silence)

Their four variance of special self-made chilies that goes well with the Pan Mee where each of the little spoonful just gives you that extra “Ommph!” hotness.

Served in either dry or soup, each bowl is delicately stirred with Char Siew, pork balls and the topping of crunchy fried fish crumbs? That’s customer’s commonly fave, an extra full bowl of these crunchies that can be ordered separately if you like.

And of course, what’s more fun of getting fostered with those Pan Mee and ensuing long “sluuuuuurps”, along with someone that adorable next to you? But then girl, to the bottom of my heart, your new hair is really SOGORGEOUSDOTCOM lor can?

Now stop squinting at me, will ya?!

Price: RM 4.80 (big) RM 4.50 (small), served well with their cool Honey Lemon.

Current Mood: Bouncy

I can’t find a debris of reasoning for not been on euphoria when your team mate came to your desk and said to you “Alright, fellow team mate! Thou shall stuff thy self with the avant garde of thy none other than the famous Jogoya Japanese Cuisine!”

While i was still numbed on my swivel chair, digesting the gist of his intimation, he then added

“By the way, IT-IS-ALL-ON-THE-COMPANY! FREE! WEE! Now rejoice!”
“It’s not those I’m-going-to-sack-you surprise dinner right?”, i questioned.

And i was answered quite distinctively with the gesture of an index finger.

And without you knowing it, the whole team, all 18 of us were already leaping in the city’s *MOST* expensive Japanese Buffet cuisine along Starhill. Like monkey jumping out of his crystal bath, we’re pretty much losing control and hardly keeping track of the sense of been self-analytical in front of the temptation of Makizushi, Nigirizushi, pouch of fried tofu, fresh eye-catching raw Shashimi, skinned and gutted seafood in wooden barrel, Tako octopus, fresh roe, steamed cod, red cooked crab that lures you with gulping in your throat and perpetual growling for hunger.

That’s the main counter for Shashimi, Nigirisushi and probably most of the conventional Japanese culinary you can get from here. Mmmmm, It’s just mouth watering and Oh, i did mean the chicks there for your information.

Do you even eat raw? I do, I had my whole plate arrayed with all these extreme raw Shashimi where I could even get the sniff of seaside

And we have the “I-am-on-diet eater” softcore eater, or the “Eat till you drop and die later” hardcore that night itself.

And not forgetting the cyclopean fresh Mediterranean Oysters that we’ve been gulping down our throat, with fresh oozing oyster juices soaked wondrously with lemon lime that tickles the tips of your tongue. The freshness of this best dish was to slender you up with the softness of its content.

While we have the hardcore Oyster lovers that just want to have it all taken in,

We also dared the first timer to have their virgin experiences with the sea creatures which yields a not very pleasing vomiting right after this picture was taken, because we all know not everyone are as raw as us, you all dig?

And so if those oysters weren’t your flavor of night, try indulge with the more civilized culinary of cooked cheese crabs. And etiquette of the sheer amount of dish is for you to value small portion of grrrrrrrrr-eat food and stop complaining about “why there’s only two” because we all know, there are only two hands for the crabs. You go do the maths.

As for delicacies, try sweeten your taste buds with this Omochi topped by chocolate dusts.

Or perhaps a more oriental joy for the “Guai Ling Gou”.

But then, we guessed Angelyn has eyed those Häagen-Dazs ice creams long enough. Let’s see… One… Two… Three… Why don’t i get you a bowl, girl?

How about some cookies that go well with the tea?

Look what i’ve caught Esther in red! Girl, I mean… Girl!

As i gave her a rolling eyes while she smuggled surreptitiously all the cookies into her bag,

Me: Girl… What the…
Esther: What! It’s for our tea break tomorrow. I’m doing an all good deed! Hail!

And I couldn’t help but laughed. But the cookies are really a good treat.

Soon when “Brunch” was made the unofficially official lexicon in the crunk omnibus of Oxford Dictionary, the self-acclaimed viva la-solitary “Breakfast” was made married to “Lunch”, tearing and ocean. The fairy tales of breakfast was fading away vaguely among those workaholics drowning in the hustles bustles of daily life, that… by all means, includes me. Breakfast? What breakfast?

In order to celebrate my breakfast death anniversary, I took a solemn decision to wake up unusually early in the morning, dragging the half-lethargic Louis, a hometown friend down to Yang Mooi’s Beef Noodles, one of my favorites.

This Cheras-based culinary shop has what it takes to become one of the best Beef noodles among many that i have tried so far, especially for those beef viscera aficionados that yearn for succulent beef tendon, brisket, slices, innards and self-made beef meat balls.

And the English name itself has totally no connection with the chinese one ?!?!

This is it, the eye-catching dry-style beef noodle tossed with special saline yet not overly-salted minced beef that I’ve ordered. By the look at the generous portion of meat crumbs and yellow noodles, the meal is a money value experience pairing the fast food servings which is what i like for an extra appraisal ( and you all know how much long waited food and all the rumours of Good Food Comes Longer Than Usual shit has definitely tested my limit!!! )

And the bowl of soup itself is the main highlight of Yang Mooi’s beef noodle, stirred with juicy beef innards, bowels, tendons and meat balls that remotely eclipsed the grotesque look of them all when they were first oozed out from the flesh, except for the spring onion, that is.

And when Louis, the Shah Alam’s culinary specialist a.k.a my hometown friend gave the 4.4312 thumbs up for the noodles ( and please don’t even bother asking me how that figures came in ), it really means it is of 4.4312 out of 5 thumbs up worth trying it, and don’t even think about rounding it up, homie.

It was yet another pleasant breakfast even before Lindsay Lohan could finish saying “Omigod It’s like Omigod like so Omigod like so unbelievably delicious like Omigod! Like am i saying too much Omigod? Omigod!”