NOT a food blog
Ask and ye shall receive. Biblically proven and then some. I blogged about my favourite author, and lo and behold, he appeared before me, a vision in white, thanks to the kindness of a dear friend who initiated this meeting. We ate, we talked, we laughed, and at the end of the two hour lunch, I have nothing to show but this:
Sang har meen at WIP Bangsar.
No photograph with the famous author.
Just a picture of my lunch.
Somebody shoot me.
Well, not all meetings turn out that disastrous. Some meetings with famous celebrities are almost non-events for me. Take for instance my breakfast meeting with the Hot Sweaty Stud (not the original HSS). We both looked scruffy, but at 9 o’clock on a Saturday morning, who could blame us? At least I brushed my teeth.
Kaya toast. A simple Malaysian breakfast. Lightly toasted and oozing with that sweet nectar of chickens. But can one truly be satisfied with two slices of bread? On any day, but not on a Saturday morning, thank you. One needs to re-energise on weekends. Leave the salads to the goats. Bring out the hearty mutton varuvel and curry mee with lots of bloody cockles and all the foods that kill this 21st century. Show me a Malaysian who diets on a weekend, and I’ll show you skinny swine.
After all the anticipation, the nasi lemak felt like a fake orgasm. Sure the sambal was good. They even threw in a whole fish, and I’m not talking about anchovies. Yes, the humble fish has been liberated. Next, you’ll be seeing blue nasi dagang. The sambal was nice, but the rice was definitely undercooked and still had traces of santan on its surface. Perhaps we were too early? I knew I should have caught an extra 40, or 2,567 winks.
I was very pleased with the service. The waiters were extremely attentive, and they were always smiling. Cafe 888 is a nice place to hang out on a Saturday morning with someone who doesn’t iron his clothes, just like you.
Kafe 888 Coffee & Tea
1-1, Jalan PJU 5/10, Dataran Sunway, 47810 PJ.
Operating hours: Monday – Thursday (8am to 1am), Friday – Sunday (8am to 2am)
Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.