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The George and Dragon, Bangsar Shopping Centre
21Feb2008 Filed under: Food Type: British, Location: Bangsar, LOCATION: KUALA LUMPUR Author: Lyrical Lemongrass
The dashing hero
(Coz heros are usually
blithe and dashing)
Heard the princess shapely
(Coz princesses are normally
shapely and blushing)
Her screams were piercing
(And how can they not
be piercing and shrill?)
The dragon looked menacing
(Far from the dragon
in Shrek if you will)
St George our mighty hero
Saves the lady, his princess
And pubs the world over
Cheer the hero’s boldness
And that’s how The George
And Dragon appeared
To celebrate drunkenness
Inebriation revered.
And what of our hero and his princess you ask?
A man’s appetite is wanton
So she hummed and she hawed
How could she reward his bravery
Akin to an applaud?
Could she heave her taut breasts
And make him delirious?
Or whisper sweet nothings
And render him breathless?
A big breakfast’s the answer
With sausages galore
Pork bacon to tempt him
And mushrooms, signor?
He was pleased with her offer
And reciprocated her efforts
“Do you like my hard muscles
Shall I take you?” he flirts
“Kind sir, if you please
That is just so complex
A toad-in-the-hole‘ll make me happy
I’m British, no sex.”
Coz the British, you see
Are a strange lot by far
With nonsensical names
For food half bizzare
By now you’re prob’ly curious
Did the fare make them happy?
Were they satisfied at all?
Did it make them all smoochy?
“The breakfast was tasty
But the toad was too plain
The sausages were scant
But I shall not complain.”
Forย The George and Dragon
Is a quintessential pub
With great beers and ales
And typical Brit grub!
.
The George and Dragon
Lot G130, Ground Floor
Bangsar Shopping Centre,
285, Jalan Maarof, KL
Tel: 03-2287 9316
My friends from Abu Dhabi may view the pics HERE.
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Henry Yeo
February 21st, 2008 at 1:20 am
was that a yorkshire pudding or something else?
gah! forgot my english cuisine picture book ๐
Who are the proprietors of this pub?
Lyrical Lemongrass
February 21st, 2008 at 1:23 am
Henry, you’re close. It’s a toad-in-the-hole. Proprietors are the same folk who own Decanter. ๐
Nic (KHKL)
February 21st, 2008 at 2:33 am
Had the toad the princess kissed
A dashing prince’ll appear in the mist
Another adventure not to be missed
And Georgie will be darn pissed
With that toad they ate
Seemed a plain breakfast date
Poor old Georgie thought
Darn, we’d better off mate!
Still no sex, she said
Offered Jarrod and Rawlins instead
Poor old Georgie thought
Great! Foursome in bed!
With good beers and cheers
A pub to try, it appears
Some drinks and ‘lil luck
Georgie’ll get ’em some tuck.
Lyrical Lemongrass
February 21st, 2008 at 10:01 am
Nic:
St George and the Princess
Rated their breakfast
They gave J & R
Top marks for tastiest
But a foursome was not
Her cuppa tea
“I’m old fashioned,” she said
They’ll just leave me achy
As she pondered her fate
The toad made a move
He gave her a wink
And said, “Let’s groove.”
So she made off with him
The toad and the princess
He lavished her with flies
And made her his mistress.
ling239
February 21st, 2008 at 10:36 am
He lavished her with flies…. wow
the bfast looks oily oh…
Kenny Mah
February 21st, 2008 at 10:38 am
Nic and Lemonyrumpai
More, sir and ma’am, more! ๐
(At this rate, we’ll have an epic by the end of today’s office hours. Hehe.)
Please, sir and ma’am, we’d love some more!
fatboybakes
February 21st, 2008 at 11:15 am
I’m getting a migraine from rhyme
though the food porn pics are sublime
For the benefit of us plebians, dear england rose
In future, aiyo, please stick to prose
daphne
February 21st, 2008 at 12:30 pm
lyrical lemongrass-i love this post! Beautifully written. Oh my oh my..toad in a hole, I haven’t had a decent one in years.
Lyrical Lemongrass
February 21st, 2008 at 1:00 pm
ling239: Well, it’s fried…. ๐
Kenny Mah: An epic from a toad. That’ll be a first! We must go eat some frog legs to celebrate when it’s done. If it’s done.
fatboybakes:
I wonder how
That can be viewed
As a compliment?
It sounds so rude.
But if it were
Any other way
I’d think you got
flushed down the bidet.
daphne: Thank you, sweetie! Finally someone who appreciates the rhyme (directed at FBB). This toad-in-the-hole was just so-so only.
yammylicious*
February 21st, 2008 at 1:00 pm
doorling rite now! help lemongrassssssss~
Nic (KHKL)
February 21st, 2008 at 1:45 pm
The flies were nice
But she longed for rice
He was a kind soul
But no handsome fellow
The toad felt bad
For the princess was sad
He looked for a witch
For a potion to switch
The witch said okay
โOne rule if I mayโ
Treasure your moment today
For tomorrow you will decay
For his girl, a must
And agreed at last
Handsome he became
A passionate night til lame
She awoke with happiness
But her toad laid breathless
In her room she pinned
Afar, Georgie, the witch grinned
Lyrical Lemongrass
February 21st, 2008 at 3:18 pm
yammylicious: Poor girl…I hope you’re feeling well enough for a nice lunch now!
Nic:
The plot doth thicken
As Georgie resumed
His former appearance
A knight costumed
He swept the fair maiden
Away from her grief
And lavished her with
Potatoes and roast beef
A month and a day
Went by very quickly
As she ate through her sorrow
Which she dealt with so bravely
But stories are such
That when you least expect it
A twist appears
To remind you, “don’t quit”
As she lay fast asleep
Her bosom slowly rising
The toad’s ghost appeared
With a voice loud and booming
“I want you, fair maiden
More than flies, more than tadpoles
I’m stuck in pergatory
Surrounded by dead souls”
She wept in her bed
While Georgie snored away
She was stuck in a quandary
She knelt down to pray
Who’d make her happier
The dead or the living
She loved the dead toad
In spite of his hopping
She pulled out the sword
And made her decision
She stabbed sleeping Georgie
And sent him to heaven
Kenny Mah
February 21st, 2008 at 3:23 pm
Hee hee. I got my epic. Thanks, guys! Whee…
But, eh, can continue or not? Sequel leh. The Lemony woman left us on quite a cliffhanger, O poet Nic… ๐
Paprika
February 21st, 2008 at 4:36 pm
waaaahhh, I don’t know what to say except that I feel rather tongue tied and dull since I can’t rhyme so save my life. Have never heard of this place. I like ye olde menu. Who is the toad in your hole??!
Nic (KHKL)
February 21st, 2008 at 4:50 pm
She thought sheโll be happy
She thought sheโll be glad
But the flies in the balcony
Still made her sad.
What lifeโs worth living?
When all is death but breathing
Whatโs porridge with no frogs?
And food with no blogs?
A friend, she told
Her love story unrolled
William bid her farewell
As she went to hell
William was very inspired
He wrote a similar story
Thought hard โtil perspired
It touched everybody.
The end? Or still at hand?
Kenny Mah
February 21st, 2008 at 5:25 pm
Oooh….
Siapa William ni? Shakespeare ke, Shatner?
Your turn next, m’lady O’ the Lemons…
Signed, enthusiastically,
Flogger-turned-Poets-fanboy/groupie Kenny.
sc
February 21st, 2008 at 5:33 pm
gosh! what a tale, what a tale! is this a food blog or is this of thwarted fairy tales, myths and legends? hehe
Lyrical Lemongrass
February 21st, 2008 at 6:04 pm
Kenny, you’re not normally this nice to me. Is this really you?? If it is, will do my best to please, dear groupie.
Paprika: Bald Eagle, of course. Can you not see the resemblance?
sc: Sometimes I wonder too. And sometimes, I think the blog has a life of its own…!
tigerfish
February 21st, 2008 at 6:05 pm
I enjoy pub food once in a while. But with pub food, needs the beer, lady!
jason
February 21st, 2008 at 6:14 pm
Now now, shall we have a poetry party? Every guests must come up with their scripts ๐
fatboybakes
February 21st, 2008 at 7:26 pm
how in the dickens
can a plot possibly thicken
at a pub owned by that fler
who you said owns decanter
for you do know who is behind that
a rich politician’s son, a rat
Lyrical Lemongrass
February 21st, 2008 at 7:32 pm
Nic:
Before she departed
To the far ends of hell
She told her sad story
to others as well
You see our dear Bard
May have written a play
Of love, lust and tragedy
And sexual foreplay
But who would have thought
That the greatest by far
Is a tale of a frog prince
And his princess, his star
For this is one story
Where the Brothers Grimm triumph
And our dear Bill Shakespeare
Can only go harrumphhh
Lyrical Lemongrass
February 21st, 2008 at 7:46 pm
tigerfish: too early for the alcohol ler. Was there for lunch. ๐
jason: You want everyone to just stare at each other ar? Perfect way of getting rid of unwanted guests.
fatboybakes:
If there’s ever a man
Who can bring one to reality
It has to be you
As you’ve put forth so glibly
It’s true all you said
About the politician’s money
I’d rather forget
About Ling and the Georgie
Coz I’m a romantic girl
With ideas aflutter
I’d rather think of
Mash drowned in butter.
Kenny Mah
February 21st, 2008 at 9:22 pm
I believe I may be the first human being to achieve an orgasm from an overdose of rhyming floggers.
O yeah…
More, please? ๐
Nic (KHKL)
February 22nd, 2008 at 1:23 pm
Kenny, she just killed my Bill.
Tamat already lar, i guess..hehe…
Kenny Mah
February 22nd, 2008 at 4:50 pm
Okay, okay… next round then… I’m gonna go and print this out now, hehe. The Ballad of Nic and Ms. Lemongrass (feat. FBB). ๐
argus
February 22nd, 2008 at 10:24 pm
Kenny, you’re still high on sex, no? ๐ What the bananas have you been up to, lah?
Lyrical, dear, you reminded me of that other strangely named British grub, Pigs in Blanket, or something like that.
What next? Broom in Morel Mushroom? Flying Fox in a Box?
kampungboycitygal
February 27th, 2008 at 9:02 am
correct me if im wrong..coz i remembered someone told me that those peeps from finnegan’s opened up this place ๐
Bubbles
May 9th, 2008 at 11:43 am
Yeah it’s opened by the same peeps from Fins. The food looks good. All greasy and yummy. Heading there tonight for a pint or two and some pigs in blankets.