Powelling dialemma
Created | Updated Jul 30, 2002
With Colin (often pronounced Colon for whatever reason) Powell in the region, and Dr. Mahathir about to leave behind (not to mention his seat) the second 'Malay Dialemma', one must know the best place in KL to get roti canai, and should one want to, follow up with a banana leaf of nasi lemak, satay (the original way), and possibly ikan bakar. One could also go for some ABC after that for dessert should one have left sufficient room in ones gut (I tend to go for a quick walk as this causes all the bits and pieces to find nice cosy associations with each other and leave a bit more room for what is mostly water - the ABC that is).
Should I be Mr Powell, I would wonder down to Valentines near the Felda building (close to Kampung Baru). They serve crisp and fresh rotis with three different types of sauces. The sauces range from a red spicy variety that is made with lots of chili, garlic, onions and belacan (pronounced belachan), dhal and chicken curry (although I did end up with a fish curry once). The roti is what makes Valentines special. They are flaky, flexible, light and absolutely delicious. If he is quick, he may be fortunate enough to get hold of a nasi lemak (bungkus) from the same stall. These are normally found sitting on the tables, looking like small green and white pyramids.
For dinner, Mr Powell, in between making agreements with Asean to allow the US to usurp the sovereignty of its members, without a peep from the voting public, while paying ludicrous amounts of money to the military (who are really the police in drag) and various other hanger ons (except the people who voted for them in the first place), ought to wonder across the street from Valentines to the best satay shop KL has to offer. The satays are sweet, juicy and the peanut sauce is to die for. As it has a large turnover in its food, the protein is fresh, and so are the vegetables.
This of course reminds me that I have finally sat down to read the H2G2 trilogy. I suspect DA is a prophet! I will now begin to learn to fly by distracting myself with the inane Bushite pronouncements coming from the US embassy is Ampang.
As Mr Powell is a large person, one would imagine satay to be insufficient for his largish supposedly largish appetite. In that case, a quick 10 minute drive through the KL maze will find him in Kampung Baru, where the best local Ikan Bakar can be found. It is easily found as it is the busiest stall around. The place is so popular that the owner runs it like a cuisine factory. Unfortunately, I cannot recall what the name of the place is but know where it isn't.
All ABC is the same except in Damai. Do not get the ABC is Damai. It has no body, and this is likely because no one likes going there to get it. A malay dialemma one might say for the chef.
Should one get a body or live with the one one already has.
On another note, the business is progressing along nicely with 3 projects working its way into converting themselves from abstraction into economic abstraction. It is projected that the cash value of the company should be somewhere in the region of 500K within 2 years. The trick was to be distracted by the absurdity of the proposition and not to spend too much time looking at the ground.
Should I be Mr Powell, I would wonder down to Valentines near the Felda building (close to Kampung Baru). They serve crisp and fresh rotis with three different types of sauces. The sauces range from a red spicy variety that is made with lots of chili, garlic, onions and belacan (pronounced belachan), dhal and chicken curry (although I did end up with a fish curry once). The roti is what makes Valentines special. They are flaky, flexible, light and absolutely delicious. If he is quick, he may be fortunate enough to get hold of a nasi lemak (bungkus) from the same stall. These are normally found sitting on the tables, looking like small green and white pyramids.
For dinner, Mr Powell, in between making agreements with Asean to allow the US to usurp the sovereignty of its members, without a peep from the voting public, while paying ludicrous amounts of money to the military (who are really the police in drag) and various other hanger ons (except the people who voted for them in the first place), ought to wonder across the street from Valentines to the best satay shop KL has to offer. The satays are sweet, juicy and the peanut sauce is to die for. As it has a large turnover in its food, the protein is fresh, and so are the vegetables.
This of course reminds me that I have finally sat down to read the H2G2 trilogy. I suspect DA is a prophet! I will now begin to learn to fly by distracting myself with the inane Bushite pronouncements coming from the US embassy is Ampang.
As Mr Powell is a large person, one would imagine satay to be insufficient for his largish supposedly largish appetite. In that case, a quick 10 minute drive through the KL maze will find him in Kampung Baru, where the best local Ikan Bakar can be found. It is easily found as it is the busiest stall around. The place is so popular that the owner runs it like a cuisine factory. Unfortunately, I cannot recall what the name of the place is but know where it isn't.
All ABC is the same except in Damai. Do not get the ABC is Damai. It has no body, and this is likely because no one likes going there to get it. A malay dialemma one might say for the chef.
Should one get a body or live with the one one already has.
On another note, the business is progressing along nicely with 3 projects working its way into converting themselves from abstraction into economic abstraction. It is projected that the cash value of the company should be somewhere in the region of 500K within 2 years. The trick was to be distracted by the absurdity of the proposition and not to spend too much time looking at the ground.
