Daily Archives: February 7, 2007

Anjappar – Chettinad cuisine

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When my friends, Gard and Olav were in KL, they were excited about trying some chettinad food. Their hometown, Stavanger, had one indian restaurant which served predominantly northern indian fare. When it comes to Indian food, I like to eat at Saravana Bhavan which is located a couple of doors away from Anjappar. But I chose not to go there this time as Saravana Bhavan serves only vegetarian meals, and I wasn’t sure how it would go down with my Norwegian friends.


We all chose to have the banana leaf set meal which consisted of a good portion of rice, and little stainless steel receptacles containing different kinds of curries, dhall, vegetables and yoghurt. Eight charming little containers per person. We also ordered side dishes of chicken and mutton and several different types of bread.

I generally don’t order tandoori chicken because I have had some nasty experiences with some really dry chicken that would put a sanitary napkin to shame, so I was pleasantly surprised that the tandoori chicken here was sufficiently moist and full of flavour.


After the meal, we ordered Bru coffee with fresh cow’s milk. The coffee is normally sweetened (translated: very sweet!) and is served in a stainless steel tumbler and davarah (saucer). There is an art to drinking coffee that is served in this manner. You can pour your steaming hot coffee into the davarah to cool it down (presumably due to the larger surface which allows the coffee to cool down faster), then drink the coffee either from the tumbler or the davarah.

Anjappar
No. 56, Jalan Maarof
Bangsar Baru, KL
Tel: 03-22881508

Humpday Ramblings

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I Cried Because I Had No Shoes, Until I Met A Man Who Had No Feet

Joanne Choo from A Cut Above with her midas touch is the only person I allow to cut my hair.

This morning, I decided to blow dry my long curls by wrapping sections of my hair around a round brush. To my dismay, my attempt to unwrap one section failed. No amount of tugging and pulling did any good as I stared at my reflection, comical as it may appear, with a hairbrush hanging tightly to one section of my head. Panicking, I ran to the bathroom and applied a large amount of shampoo and conditioner to loosen its hold. That didn’t work either. I contemplated taking time off from work to run to Joanne Choo to have my problem rectified, but the idea of walking in Midvalley with a hairbrush in my head seemed too ridiculous.

There was only one thing that I could do. I picked up a gleaming pair of scissors, and with tears dripping down my face….

….I snipped off that entire section of hair.

That marked the beginning of the worst day of the month. I had encounters with bad drivers, traffic jams and made wrong judgements.

In a moment of self-pity, I let out my frustrations on a friend, only to find out that my friend was going through something 10 times worse. I felt like an idiot.

I guess I have to be thankful that I still have 90% of my hair on my head.