No Pink Martinis at The Pink Sage – Chai latte and peach, avocado and vanilla yoghurt smoothie

My orientation with Pink Martini came several years late.   While Bald Eagle loved their Sympathique album, released in 1997, I was still grappling with the idea of who Pink Martini was.   Wanting to appear totally informed on the day of the concert last week, I googled Pink Martini and was led to the Wiki page.   Now, I always take Wiki pages with a pinch of salt, but this time, it was sprinkled with a quirky sense of humour as well.   In describing the music of Pink Martini, this is what Wiki had on them:   The goal was to create the kind of records with which one would hopefully never grow tired of.  Records that could be played whether you were sad or gleeful.  Cleaning, vacuuming around the house or seducing somebody’s grandmother.


After that description, I went to the concert with somewhat diminished expectations, but instead, spent two hours being mesmerized by the music.  When China Forbes sang Over The Valley from the album Splendor in the Grass, her voice soared with a clarity that could cut through the stillness in the Dewan.

When my husband seduces me with Pink Martini when I am old and grey, I shall think of Pink Martini and the Wiki page, and I shall nod and smile appreciatively sans teeth.

Pink Martini at the Dewan Filharmonik Petronas, Kuala Lumpur

pink sage

Pink is my favourite colour when it isn’t turquoise.   Or green.  Or blue.  All things in moderation, I believe, and I own a pink handbag from Che Che New York to prove my earnestness towards that girly preference.  Okay, you can stop pointing that gun at me, Toygirl.

The Pink Sage was Sean’s idea of curing me during my recent bout of illness.  Understandably, the place had all the elements that would cheer me up.    Loads of sunshine.  Simple food.  Pancakes.  Aah, Buttermilk Pancakes.  The past flashed before my eyes as I recalled an earlier visit to the outlet at Wisma RA (now closed), and how I was hooked on the buttermilk pancakes, ecstasy in three layers.  This time, the pancakes were like Sean’s incessant singing to me, promising at the beginning, but flat in the end.  It wasn’t as fluffy as how it used to be, but the corn syrup and warm boysenberry syrup provided good flavour and prevented it from being eliminated from Round One of the competition.

The Eggs Benedict served with smoked salmon on rye bread (instead of a muffin) was average.  The poached eggs were okay, but the hollandaise sauce didn’t quite hit the mark.  The Black Angus Cheeseburger fared better with its thick and moist patty, although the flavour of the reputedly superior meat was lacking.  What I was totally disappointed with was Duck Pasta, which was swimming in a sea of oil and served with tough slices of meat.  The texture of the pasta was also a little too al-dente for my liking.  Thankfully, the Huevos Rancheros, an afterthought as we were winding down our meal, saved the day.  The tortillas with sour cream, fried egg, tomatoes, beans, cheese and generous slices of creamy avocado were hearty and delicious.

The Pink Sage is now at its new address at Solaris Dutamas above PappaRich, and it is a lot more spacious compared to its previous location.  Wine is BYO.  Service is friendly and attentive, and it’s a great place to hang out with friends.   There are various types of seating available, from booths to bar chairs.

The Pink Sage
A4-UG1-1 Solaris Dutamas
No. 1, Jalan Dutamas 1
50480 Kuala Lumpur

Tel: 016-2052023

(Operational hours run from 8.00am – 11.00pm)

Also check out Sean’s blog here.  The sweetie, despite being very likely to fail Simon Cowell’s stringent standards for singing, has a heart of gold. (Thanks a bunch for lunch!)

Other reviews:
Milo Ais, Satu!

Duck Mushroom Cipolla Olio Angel Hair Pasta

Huevos Rancheros

Black Angus Cheeseburger

Eggs Benedict with Smoked Salmon

Root Beer Float and Haagen Dazs shake

Sangria and Mojito Flavoured Iced Teas

Free water