NOT a food blog
If I were a fish
Even just for a day
I’d swim far away in the morning
Coz that damn fishing net is my deathblow
Drink beer with the arrowanas
And chase after sexy chiclids
I’d kick it with who I wanted
and I’d never get confronted for it
Coz they think that fish don’t have any legs
If I were a fish
I think I could understand
How it feels to love the mud
I swear I hate that stupid saucepan
Fish are so much cuter
Than those cupcake desserts
Till we’re lifeless and all gutted
Yes, that fish that they all feasted
Those barbarians that got me destroyed
But I’m not a fish
I guess I don’t understand (yeah, I don’t understand)
Coz I love to eat fish flesh
And suck on the bones just like tarzan
I’m glad there’s no smell
You’re my little bombshell
You’re tasty but not fishy
I think I’ll call you Charlie
But we don’t eat pets, do we now, sweetie?
But you’re just a fish….
They serve steamed tilapia by the dozens here, and whilst some have said that this place isn’t as great as its parent restaurant in Rawang (which I have yet to try), it is still worth a visit. The fish is fresh with no muddy taste. We ordered two styles of preparation, one spicy, and one regular, but it soon became clear that the only difference is the addition of cut chillies. They are generous with the ginger, which I had to push aside to fully savour the fish. The accompanying dish of chicken balls in a sweet and sour sauce (recommended by the waitress) was disastrous – all flour-y and hard, but the fu yue yau mak (lettuce in fermented bean curd) was some sort of redemption.
If I were you, I’d just order the fish.
F50G & 51G, Jalan Teknologi 3/9
Bistari “DE” Kota
Kota Damansara, PJU 5
Business hours: 11.30am to 3.00pm, 6.00pm to 9.00pm (closed Tuesdays)
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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.