Last night Ains and I had dinner at a Malaysian place.
For entree she had the deep fried swamp eel and I had the green curried frog legs and salted duck egg.
We don't fuck around when it comes to food.
Don't start none and there won't be none, holmes!
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7 comments:
Ok then.
Would you eat arse? By choice?
You sick drunk bastard!
Depends...
Would YOU?
On the one hand I'm glad to see you've sobered up.
On the other it means you have the mental capacity to manipulate this challenge into our current Mexican Standoff.....
Never in my entire existence in malaysia did I have any of those foods nor arse.....
weird!
k
Just looked up the place where we went.
(http://www.champor-champor.com - if yr interested)
Ainslies starter was "Crispy eel, watercress and young coconut salad; coriander pesto" and mine was "Green curried frog legs congee; salted duck egg; steamed peanut salsa".
Before we went we read a review of the joint and I was really excited about one particular dish- but unfortunatly it wasn't on the menu. Must've been on the winter one.
This is what I wanted to try:
Pan-fried duck breast coated in kopi luak.
Kopi luak are coffee beans that have been shat from the arse of an Asian palm civet.
A civet is like a weasel.
Oh yeah! They ALSO served Boags Premium- which was a nice surprise. Only seen that at one other bar in London!
two great things about this place:
1. they had a palate cleansing course between your starter and main called 'Inter-course'. Picture a waiter that walks and talks like an camp indonesian shadow puppet asking the frase "We have inter-course, yes??' he declined.
2. They deposited our leftovers on the table in a perfumed and patterned cloth bag tied with string.
Was it the special?
- Stephen
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