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Barbarian Ribs? BARBARIAN Ribs?
Yup. Barbarian Ribs. I’m not kidding. Eat it with your fingers (and ruin your manicure). Tear the meat apart with your teeth (and wonder why it doesn’t take any effort when the meat literally falls off the bones). Lick that delicious barbecue sauce that clings to the meat.
Leave some for me?
The best dressed pork at Ribs by Vintry.
The interior is rustic . But it isn’t old fashioned, and the lighting is warm but not dim. A nice place for friends to get together. An extensive wine collection is available, just like at Vintry’s a couple of doors away.
Some of the items on the menu are similar to Vintry’s, although it is clear that most of the customers come here for the gargantuan pork ribs. The braised ribs paled in comparison to the barbarian ribs; there was this powdery taste that I couldn’t quite figure out. It was more in the meat than in the sauce, which was even more perplexing. A curious case, indeed. The brown sauce and the accompanying roasted potatoes which soaked up all the wonderful flavour was lovely.
Tom yam spaghetti
And then there are some who like to be different. Perhaps a reflection of their past life in that vibrant country north of Malaysia. And whilst it is such an unlikely combination, and perhaps one that would make purists balk, the resultant marrying of east and west is one that tastes quite…comforting. Oh, did I mention that there are bits of crispy pork lard in the dish? Heaven.
The service was good. Attentive. Water glasses were refilled quickly. Orders were taken politely. Recommendations? Perhaps not quite so well done (“Please refer to the board for our recommendations, Miss!”). Not a big problem, of course.
Ribs by Vintry (website HERE)
120-122, Jalan Kasah,
Damansara Heights, 50490 Kuala Lumpur.
Tel: 03-2096 1645
Opening hours: Noon till late. Kitchen closes 3.00pm to 6.00pm. Closed on Sundays and certain public holidays. Call to enquire.
(Note: We went there on a Sunday, and it was open, so I’m not sure if it was an exceptional case. Anyhow, I’d recommend calling first.)
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