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 autograph.
No photograph with the famous author.
Nada.
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.
Tel: 03-61416560
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.
Nic (KHKL)
January 15th, 2008 at 10:15 pm
1. From the voice of his words while sitting on your throne to meeting him in real life, must say it’s really the law of attraction lar! starstruck, nampak…happy for you!
2. Fatty swine that DO iron his own clothes here 😛
Simon Seow
January 16th, 2008 at 1:51 am
Oh, WIP sells Sang Har Sang Min? How much is it?
Tummythoz
January 16th, 2008 at 9:29 am
Ask and ye shall receive. *Squirt-squirt* Water pistol.
Lyrical Lemongrass
January 16th, 2008 at 9:45 am
Nic: Starstruck I am! Aiyoh, I guess we’ll NEVER get to do breakfast together lar.
Simon: Yep, they have everything! I think the Sang Har meen is about RM33 for that plate.
Tummythoz: hahaha. For a moment, i thot the squirt was for something else. 😉
Barbie
January 16th, 2008 at 10:07 am
😀 Hmm, that lunch looks gorgeous, if it’s any consolation. No need to be shot, u have a pic of ur lunch AND memories of the wonderful meeting! Cool!
lotsofcravings
January 16th, 2008 at 10:11 am
you should shoot urself u know..u didnt get an autograph on his own book??? how could u ar?..
yeah i think i will also show u a skinny swine if i find anybody dieting on weekends too..
ling239
January 16th, 2008 at 10:32 am
I used to read abt his articles in The Edge ~ ^_^
the sang har meen looks so good…. is the price u paid for reasonable ?
Bernsy
January 16th, 2008 at 11:19 am
aiks… who is kam raslan ? nevermind i will go read the link.. hehehe… can i comment on the photo of the Nasi lemak (rhetoric) ?
You seem to have perfected the art of taking nasi lemak pics.. but had to read your post to find out they still have to work on their nasi lemak…. great pic
Lyrical Lemongrass
January 16th, 2008 at 11:25 am
Barbie: Memories? At my age, I’ll forget everything by next Tuesday.
Joe: You’re not helping one bit. 😛
ling239: yeah, he writes for The Edge. (why do I sound like his publicist?) Sang har meen was actually good. Paid RM33 (or about there) for it.
Bernsy: WHAT???!!!?!!?! You don’t know who he is? Never mind, see me and I’ll pass you his book to read (I have 3 copies). Thanks for the compliment abt the picture. I feel like I’m stuck in a rut and you’ve made me feel better now.
jason
January 16th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
You just love to tease him, doncha? 😛
Paprika
January 16th, 2008 at 2:13 pm
Mmmm, I’d like a plate of Hot Sweaty Stud with a side of kopi tiam white bread on the side to lap up all the delicious gravy. Who needs food when you drool over HSS??
Henry Yeo
January 16th, 2008 at 5:42 pm
Anyone want access to one of the Uncles from ‘Kopitiam’….?
Jun
January 16th, 2008 at 6:43 pm
coffee here is terrible!!! btw if u like sang har meen, thr’s a nicely hidden place for it behind kota raya. u hav to walk thru a lil’ alley to get to it. it’s tucked surreptitiously behind rows of stalls selling chicken rice, economy rice and wat-nots. my cousin brought us there, and since it’s nameless, i’m afraid i wun be able to tell u more, but ask around. surely someone will spread it by word of mouth 🙂
Lyrical Lemongrass
January 16th, 2008 at 7:34 pm
Jason: tease whom?? I think I’ve been teasing too many ppl. 😀
Paprika: I don’t drool over HSS (pssst….my hubby reads this leh). 😛 heehee.
Henry Yeo: Access? hehehe. What type? 😛 Oh, I hope you’ve found someone to join you for fugu. Any takers ppl? Call Henry pls.
Jun: I believe I know which one you’re talking about. It’s been awhile, so I’ll need my old friends to guide me there again! Thanks for the info!
tigerfish
January 17th, 2008 at 10:50 am
The Har in the Sang Meen looks huge!Crayfish, lobster or what? 😛
IceCubeJunkie
January 17th, 2008 at 2:18 pm
Oh boy…!! that must have been awesome..!!! love all the food pics..!! excellent..!
daphne
January 17th, 2008 at 2:28 pm
haha.. hey, now that u hv a great lunch with your fav author, it’s time to ask him out again.. and remember to shove the paper under his nose before the food arrives!
and kaya toast-give it to me anytime.. who says it’s just for breakfast. No one invented that rule maN!
Hazza
January 17th, 2008 at 5:04 pm
That sang har meen looked great. I did not know you can have a single portion. How much did it cost?
team bsg
January 17th, 2008 at 8:09 pm
oftentimes its the people you don’t meet ( ahem) that will ( eventually) turn up to be the real thing. Yr extreme fascination ( fetish?) with A dhabi could well be another fake, again… you know
LOL ( not serious laugh lah )
JOjo
January 17th, 2008 at 8:15 pm
If i ever meet u, will i get the book too?? Hehe…
Nice pic, miss nasi lemak but being too health conscious recently, i’ll give it a miss.
Bread and milk still my fav bfast… Haa…
kat
January 17th, 2008 at 8:31 pm
I am so gonna grab you for nasi lemak, satay and kaya toast every day when I am back! All those closeups… you wicked woman!! 😀
Lyrical Lemongrass
January 17th, 2008 at 9:51 pm
tigerfish: It was pure har. 😛
IceCubeJunkie: Love your nick! And thanks for the compliment!
daphne: I doubt if I’m ever going to ask him out (shy!). You’re right…kaya toast is a forever toast. 😀
Hazza: I think it was 33 bucks. It could have fed more than one person, actually. It was a rather large portion.
team bsg: I suppose you’re right. 😉 And my extreme fascination for AD isn’t what you think….but if you ever want to meet her, do let me know. 😉
JOjo: Of course! You’ll love the book!! And you may want to meet him too!! hehe.
kat: Can can!! You have my number. 😉 I love to feed you anyway. muahahhaha.
argus
January 30th, 2008 at 2:39 am
How did I miss this one?
Must’ve overslept that weekend.
Say, should I give up getting back to my (once upon a time) svelte 52kg when winter is over? (Now time would sag in the middle if I got upon it.)
Lyrical Lemongrass
January 30th, 2008 at 2:06 pm
argus: Yeah, how could ya! Somemore this is my dedication to Kam Raslan. 😛 And you can try getting back to your svelte figure, but the sad truth is, once u’re past 35, you’re stuck with whatever excess baggage you have, be it your weight or your husband.