As weekends are more or less similar to a RM50 pre-paid reload these days, (in true kiasuism fashion) should we make full of the 2880 minutes by catching up on things/people we missed or should we save up our qi (or credit) and just chill, and enjoy the tranquility away?
When I went to pay for my parking ticket (somewhere near the overpriced Desa Sri Hartamas foodcourt), I found alphabets below each numbered button. So, does that mean I have to punch in the three alphabets of my vehicle’s identification plate before I enter the 4 digits? Because technically, I don’t think it is possible.
The first time I dropped by J&R on a Saturday morning (8ish), it was closed. This time, I went around 12ish. It was open. Thank goodness! So, technically, when I ordered my Fried Breakfast that afternoon, was I going for brunch? Or breakfast?
Too much lar, Nic. You have just wasted 0.5% of your credit. So, just shut up and enjoy your breakfast. Or whatever you call it.
It may look cheap and minimal but it tasted exquisite. The Fried Breakfast (RM28.00) which should consist of two sunny side ups, sausages, bacons, grilled tomato, toast, tea and orange juice was surprisingly filling. Sausages, in general, make me cringe because of that frozen, stale taste. Ever more prevalent when one is in a cinema or bus. J&R’s were definitely fresh, flavoursome (with a touch of pepper to boost) and firm. The bacons were aptly cured and tender. Heck, even the tomato tasted rather sweet. My orange juice did not turn up and I failed to realize that until I started drafting this post. A dab of butter on the crispy toast curtained the sunny breakfast, as if to remind me of an afternoon nap later.
More bacon glorification. The Bacon Sandwich (RM13.50) oozed deliciousness with each bite, eventhough it was simply toasted soft bread sandwiching savoury/tender pieces of bacon. As with a curvy body, do we need a diamond studded, plunging neckline dress to make it shine? Just throw in a petite-sized plain white T.
I couldn’t resist looking into the mirror. No, not to admire my bacon-like self but to read the specials written on it. Shouldn’t I say yes to the Mexican Spare Ribs (RM32.00)? Now this was the total opposite of the sandwich. Came voluptuously red, I fantasized of being capsized by the Mexican wave and (gladly) suffocate in the aroma of the majestic Cajun spices. Alas, a summer breeze passed me by instead. Yes, it was rather bland. But the ribs were tender and flaky.
The approximately 4.2% of the weekend was well spent at J&R. The sausages and slices of bacon were indeed top-notch. The relaxing ambiance made the clouds move faster.
I am thinking of something crazy.
Maybe I’ll scrap my up-coming 48 credit hours allocation and just go with the flow. With this, perhaps I’ll have less unnecessary questions and answers. And maybe, just maybe, food and life will taste better.
Jarrod & Rawlins
No. 36 (Ground floor)
Desa Sri Hartamas
50480 Kuala Lumpur.
Tel: (+603) 23000708