Hot Pot Cafe
After the great time we had at the pool, it was time for an early dinner. And our host had an idea, a restaurant ran by a former artist, not far from his place. And it was a pleasant surprise.
The food was great, the atmosphere was relaxing, and the hosts were friendly. They even had toys for children and later in the evening - we were a touch too early this time around - they would be a live band playing, and the cook would be one of the player. Probably reason to come again another time.
The menu were pretty simple. Not that many items, but it made up in quality. But with the quality, you had to prepare to wait as the items were prepared on the spot and were all freshly cooked. Their specialty, daging salai cili api. I'm not much of a Malay food aficionado, but I was willing to make an exception that evening. The food was exquisite. My boys ordered jumbo sausages and finished them all. The chicken chop was also great.
The name of the place? Hot Pot Cafe. It is located in Damansara Damai. To get there? Just enter this GPS coordinate - 3.198283,101.593741, along Jalan PJU 10/3 - and pray that your GPS unit would take you there. Well worth a visit and we would definitely be going there again.
Apparently their sup tulang was also great. Taking the children suring the time the band were playing might not be a great idea, but do drop by in the early evening before the crowd built up.
Bad Experience at Ben's
We finally had the chance to sit down for lunch at Ben's General Food Store. I was meaning to do this after the visit when I accompanied Idlan for some pizza. Today, I sampled some food, and the service there first hand.
On the previous visit, the restaurant was only half full, and I commented on how good the staffs were. It was packed today, with queue outside, and the service definitely eroded. Not only that some of our orders were messed, the waiters had the cheeks to come over and explained what we did wrong. Apparently, since we ordered mains which included salad, the starter salad we ordered would come together. But the problem was, the orders for starters and accompanying salad were completely different, and still the waiter insisted that we ordered wrong.
Playing spot the foreigners ....The food preparation area ....Anita was hungry at the time, and was rather mad at the waiter, and we had to explain again what we ordered and how we insisted our orders to be prepared. It was finally rectified when the shift manager came to speak to us.
The pizza for Irfan was fine, but apparently, we had to pay for the the extra parmesan - something we did not have to do three weeks ago. Hmm! Odd. Maybe in three weeks time, we should be forewarned to bring along an oxygen tank just in case we would be charged for the air we breath. You never know!
Irfan went hyper after all the fizzy drinks ...The pizza has arrived ....Told you I was not into green peas .....I think, the problem was not so much the food, but the "we know best" attitude of the staffs there. Anita thought it was more to do with the fact the majority of the patron that afternoon were foreigners, and hence we were treated as second-rate customers. To be honest, I kind of agree with her. Unfortunately, this was still true in many of the more affluent areas and hotels in the capital. I guess, all of us have the urge to please the foreigners more than our own people ……
As a result, I had to reduce the rating for this outlet, and warn that it may be best not to visit it during busy hours ….. unless that you are a foreigner ….