I’m still suffering from Post-Holiday Depression.
Besides the difference in schedule of what i should be doing with myself and my time every day,
a complementing factor to my list of Things That Are Different (To Me) Back Home…
is the food.
There will always be a debate about which region has better food bla bla bla.
I’m not being a traitor and saying i hate the food here, i LOVE ASIAN FOOD.
Dishes and flavours from any corner of the earth are so subjective and incomparable.
My problem is not only do i love Asian food, i love all kinds of food.
Chinese, Indian, Japanese, Italian, French, etc.
I find that i’m always rotating the types of food that i eat depending on what my taste buds feel like.
Even Clem says my favourite and most common question of the day is: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO EAT. *big shiny eyes and hands rubbing in glee*
Last night i was craving red meat.
You know a moment like that?
Where your tongue feels twangy and you start smacking your lips,
and you think to yourself, “I feel like…” while trying to connect your brain to your heart to your mouth so that it can accurately convey what you really want to taste for that meal / hour / second.
I was craving a nice medium rare steak last night.
And i couldn’t help thinking, “If only i was in London right now, i could go out and get that gorgeous perfect succulent steak i had with Yishyene and her friends…”
Before my Proper Sane Self mentally slapped me Stop It! Just ACCEPT that you CANNOT get your hands on that very same steak right now and MOVE ON.
Since i physically (and theoretically) am unable to get my hands on “that gorgeous perfect succulent steak i had with Yishyene and her friends”, i will merely blog about it as a half past six substitute of self-consolation.
We went to this bar & restaurant at Elephant & Castle (i think) Clapham called 64th & Social where for £15, you got to choose:
– your type of meat + how well you liked it
– choice of sauce / butter on steak
– 1 type of mash and 1 type of vege from the extensive list provided
– wine / cocktail / etc
The steak was divine. Pure heaven.
I cut it up into bite-sized pieces just the way i like it,
equally spread the garlic butter (which added points to the whole meal), popped them one by one into my mouth,
and slowly chewed and relished in the texture while smiling, as if in a drunken stupor, at the others.
The meat was done medium rare, just the way it should be (and oh, how many places actually get it wrong!)
Its accompaniments of mash and spinach i chose were crazy delicious as well.
satisfied me + Yishyinini
Martha 1, Aysha, Martha 2
I’ve never met someone named Martha before… let alone two in one day!
Anyway let’s backtrack to last night. *brakes screeching*
I was craving a steak, remember? Yes, you nod.
I realise that there aren’t many good steaks here.
People always go on and on about how they love steaks at Jake’s, or Victoria’s Station… but i don’t.
I find it completely average and cannot fathom why people pay that price for an average steak that will always leave you 1. craving for something better and 2. slightly irritated that you can’t cos you already ate Average Steak and now you’re full so you just have to go home and rest that tummy.
The only steak i REALLY adore in KL, is at Prime.
But this post is not for me to complain, really.
It’s to ask you, besides Prime, is there any other place in KL where you think serves great steak?
Because i think i haven’t made enough effort to search for it,
and what happens the next time i have a steak craving and am not dressed appropriately for Prime?
To combat my craving last night,
Clem and i went to Blue Cow Cafe (my first time) where i got myself a medium rare rib-eye steak (RM58).
It came rare so i sent it back for them to cook it better.
‘Twas alright, and satiated my craving for the moment (as i tried to be positive and not think about better steaks i’d had)
Out of nowhere, Clem comments, “You’d make a good mother.”
Me, in shock with meat in my mouth, mumbled back, “WhaT? Why would you say that?!”
“Because you cut your meat up in little pieces.”
“People do that for their child.”
“I’m doing that for myself cos i am a child!”
Is it so weird that i cut my meat up into little pieces?
I know Dhanya rolls her banana leaf rice + meat into little balls before popping them into her mouth,
so i’m pretty sure there are other people who ‘prepare’ their food in funny little ways too!
What funny eating habits do you have/know of?
Share! (So i don’t feel like the total weirdo here!)