I decide to head to this Japanese place called Ikkyu in Taman Desa for dinner tonight (and again, not in a shopping centre!). The menu was really extensive, with lots of things I didn't recognise, and with about five waiting staff hovering around me itching to take my order, I feel a bit pressured and settle on a set dish, consisting of beef teriyaki, miso soup, potato salad, tofu, plus other delicious items, and a not-so-delicious weird steamed egg blancmange thing, plus all the green tea I could stomach.
The staff seemed completely fascinated with me, for some reason: it’s not as if I would have been the only Westerner they’d have ever seen, but I guess as this place was off the beaten track a bit, maybe just not that often. What was very amusing was the music changed almost as soon as it registered there was a Westerner in the restaurant – from rather soothing Japanese elevator music to awful Chinese cover versions including The Carpenters’ “I Won Last A Day Without You”, Simon and Garfunkel’s “Mrs Robinson” and Mary Hopkin’s “Those Were The Days My Fren”.
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| ...not the clown featured in The Hole |
The film was complete shit, featuring bad dialogue, crap story and a stupid clown jester thing that comes to life: it’s supposed to be about the things you fear coming to get you via this hole under this house. Enough said.
The problem with Japanese food is that, although very tasty, one burp later you are hungry again, so I wandered down Bukit Bintang to Jalan Alor (where all the best street food sellers are) and have some black hokkien mee – thick noodles with a delicious dark sweet sticky sauce, prawns, chicken and, the best bit – pork crackling! It was absolutely gorgeous – though probably very bad for you. I was really glad to get out on a Friday night, and be in town at a food hawker stall, taking in all the smells of cooking and absorbing the atmosphere
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