A Bit of PULP

Free Sunday morning afforded me a chance to indulge on something rather rare. A breakfast without interruption at a cafe. And that was I just did this morning and the venue was not that far from where I leave. It was only a five minute drive on the other side of the hill.

It was not just a cafe, but a series of them. I decided to park myself at the first spot - called PULP by Papa Palheta. There were a few other cafe shops around the same compound. Not to mention a barber shop. One of the outlet is called Breakfast Thieves and the place was packed at 9.30 am on a Sunday!

I doubt that they were still using this old machineSome reading materialThere was also a barber shop plus a Malay-themed eatery called Agak-Agak. That was not as popular though. From what I have read, the compound used to be a printing press - called APW or Art Printing Works - as it sat right next to the NST headquarters. Interesting ...

As usual, Anita was a tea drinkerOrder at the counter ...Food were readyPULP was surprisingly small. There had seating for only around 30 patron and it got full rather quickly. The menu items were also pretty limited, and I was sure the place was more known for its coffee rather than breakfast. None the less we ordered breakfast for two - a hot pot of beans, sausages, cheese and toast. I had mocha and Anita ordered tea. And that set us back almost RM70! Certainly it wasn’t cheap. Plus the charge of RM7 for parking as the roadside were already full.

The barber shop next doorThe industrial looking surrounding. Agak-agak served Malay breakfast ...Breakfast Thieves. We shall try this in the future ...Ambiance-wise it was great. The outlets opened early - from 9 am and closed on Mondays. We should’ve had our breakfast at Breakfast Thieves instead but it was always nice to try something new. Would definitely be going there again in the future. In fact Anita had been planning her next reunion spot there very soon ....

Hidden Arts

There were many surprises when I was walking around the Telawi area in Bangsar. The street arts were really coming together nicely.

Hopefully the local council would take kindly to these endeavours as instead of them being pests, they actually added colour to the side streets. Maybe some of the walls should be identified as safe for street arts.

CzipLee has Reopened

CzipLee is the go to shop for everything stationery in my neck of the woods. They had a great selection of stuff and you could get almost anything there. They had just relocated last year to their current location and the news that the shop caught fire during the Chinese New Year break earlier this year came as a surprise to everyone.

The place had been under renovation for a few months and in July the newly refurbished outlet was opened. We only knew about it last week when we came to visit. Certainly was an upgrade to the shop before and it was now occupying three floors with a dedicated print shop.

Anita was looking for some pencils for the boys when we decided to have a look around and I was pleasantly surprised at how well the new place looked. The middle floor were now more or less a paper shop with plenty of selection to browse through.

Definitely worth a look the next time you were in Telawi area ….

LEGO at the Village

It was almost Merdeka and usually Bangsar Village would be filled by flags and the rest. This time around, there were flags. But it was made of LEGO bricks.

Neat. They were just starting out, so I suspect that we would see the whole thing only later in the week. Will definitely drop by again to have another look.

A Quick Escape

After the call last night, I felt like having a quick escape from the hospital during lunch. Although it did not last long - I was called back in - it was always good to leave the hospital. And Anita joined me for an early lunch in Bangsar.

Back and forthThe traffic was not very bad and now during lunch hours, I managed to discharge a couple of patients and just waiting for the afternoon rounds while doing letters and paperwork in clinic. Hopefully I would have a quiet hour there.