发现最近我好像都在吃过期食物耶！
没办法啊，一去到超商看到食物，我的手就会不受控制的一直拿，拼命拿，死命拿，好像不用钱一样的疯狂抢购。唉，住在这种沙漠地带，有时真的会有错觉如果不买多一点的话，搞不好会饿死，其实也是懒惰出门所以一次过买多多啦。
最近已经有在控制了，可是有时还是会出纰漏的嘛。
前几天才刚消化掉过期三个月的水豆腐，而且煮好了之后还分了四五天吃哦，最后剩下一点点，忘了放冰箱，飞了三天后回来，已经长霉了，哈哈。不能怪我啦，迪拜的水豆腐不能吃的耶，根本都不水，干干的，还有一种酸味，我那过期的豆腐吃起来还比它新鲜！真的啦！
现在正在吃一包曲奇饼，牌子是 PEPPERIDGE FARM MILANO ORANGE，超~~~OISHII 的我跟你说！！！只是他三星期前就到期了啦，可是 COOKIES 这种东西啊，应该不要紧吧，还是蛮好吃的啊，只是有点漏风了而已，而且很贵哦！我怎么舍得丢掉呢！吃起来还是有种幸福的感觉哦！HONTO NI SHIAWASE NE！！！
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Monday, July 16, 2007
Manhattan Fish Market, Midvalley makes me barf!
Went to the ever-crowded-on-weekends Midvalley Megamall with Shyan yesterday. Made our way through the ocean of weekend shoppers and finally stopped in front of Manhattan Fish Market.
There was a sign stating,"Please wait to be seated" at the entrance. So as obedient as we always were, we just stood there and studied the menu while waiting for their staff to guide us in. 3 minutes passed without anyone taking notice of us and we were thinking,"Hey, am I invisible to you?!". Most absurd thing was, a few of the staff had actually made eye contact with us but simply chose to ignore us! Man, do we look like paupers who can't afford to dine in your majestic fishy market?!?
Outta no other choice, we sauntered into the restaurant and seated ourselves. Cool, I'd never known MFM practices self-service. Woulda gone to the Long John Silvers next door if I had decided to serve myself (-_-). So we were expecting the staff to serve us after the initial disgust. But all we observed was the staff still walking to and fro' all over the place, carrying only a few serviettes, forks and spoons, a glass of water, etc without ever really accomplishing anything! A Malay couple in a corner were already showing disgusted and impatient expressions because no one served them too for God knew how long. It's interesting to note that 80% of the staff there were Malays too. I've always been fascinated and amazed by their efficiency - or the lack of it to be exact.
Finally, we managed to call over a waitress and gestured to her that we wanted to order. She came over and asked us about our orders. I was lamenting silently,"Gosh you should really go to an ophthalmologist to get yer eyes checked cos they look pretty blind to me! Can't you see we don't even have any menus here?!" With tension building inside me and Shyan, we politely requested for menus.
She came back with only ONE menu. Smart girl. I guess she was expecting me and Shyan to have a romantic moment by huddling closely together to read the menu. How sweet. Unable to stand her stupidity but still keeping my cool, I said,"Can you give me one more menu please?"
After that was settled, a waiter came to take our orders. We asked him something and it took him forever to understand us. We asked in English twice then BM 3-4 times but he looked like a blur sotong to us because he couldn't give us a definite answer. By now I was really getting high blood pressure. Would wanna throw him into a pan and fry him if possible, but no one must eat him in case they become as peabrained as him!
After much difficulties, we finally finished ordering. A bowl of soup and some garlic bread later, our maincourse still wasn't here. Looking around, even people who came in later than us were already happily enjoying their food. The staff even served other patrons quite speedily in terms of handing them the menus and taking down the orders. So why were we the ones getting hell?!
Thus, we asked the waiter who took our orders to check for us when would it be ready cos obviously ours was really late. When our seafood platter finally came, we decided with resignation that they probably gave our order to someone else by mistake. See, we've seen at least 4 or 5 platters with the exact same content go to other tables. If they didn't serve it to someone else by mistake, tell me why were we served 5 minutes later than people who came in 10 minutes later than us?
We were definitely extraordinarily full after the meal, mostly thanks to the anger and frustration we felt, not because of the food we ate. Even getting the bill from them took forever. The bill came up to a total of RM82.xx - I can't remember the last 2 digits.
We would be more than willing to pay that price if the service was good because honestly, the food was just so-so. And what's more, with average food and CRAPPY service, we really thought it was a rather expensive meal.
In fact, it's one of THE most horrible meals I've had in years! Basically, it was nightmarish because all I felt was the angry "qi" building inside me throughout the meal! Man, I felt so damn bloated from it!
So people, if you are reading this, NEVER EVER go to the Manhattan Fish Market in Midvalley unless you wanna pay them to get pissed! I dunno about other MFM branches in Malaysia, they might be a hell lot better but the one in Midvalley is really a hellhole in itself!
There was a sign stating,"Please wait to be seated" at the entrance. So as obedient as we always were, we just stood there and studied the menu while waiting for their staff to guide us in. 3 minutes passed without anyone taking notice of us and we were thinking,"Hey, am I invisible to you?!". Most absurd thing was, a few of the staff had actually made eye contact with us but simply chose to ignore us! Man, do we look like paupers who can't afford to dine in your majestic fishy market?!?
Outta no other choice, we sauntered into the restaurant and seated ourselves. Cool, I'd never known MFM practices self-service. Woulda gone to the Long John Silvers next door if I had decided to serve myself (-_-). So we were expecting the staff to serve us after the initial disgust. But all we observed was the staff still walking to and fro' all over the place, carrying only a few serviettes, forks and spoons, a glass of water, etc without ever really accomplishing anything! A Malay couple in a corner were already showing disgusted and impatient expressions because no one served them too for God knew how long. It's interesting to note that 80% of the staff there were Malays too. I've always been fascinated and amazed by their efficiency - or the lack of it to be exact.
Finally, we managed to call over a waitress and gestured to her that we wanted to order. She came over and asked us about our orders. I was lamenting silently,"Gosh you should really go to an ophthalmologist to get yer eyes checked cos they look pretty blind to me! Can't you see we don't even have any menus here?!" With tension building inside me and Shyan, we politely requested for menus.
She came back with only ONE menu. Smart girl. I guess she was expecting me and Shyan to have a romantic moment by huddling closely together to read the menu. How sweet. Unable to stand her stupidity but still keeping my cool, I said,"Can you give me one more menu please?"
After that was settled, a waiter came to take our orders. We asked him something and it took him forever to understand us. We asked in English twice then BM 3-4 times but he looked like a blur sotong to us because he couldn't give us a definite answer. By now I was really getting high blood pressure. Would wanna throw him into a pan and fry him if possible, but no one must eat him in case they become as peabrained as him!
After much difficulties, we finally finished ordering. A bowl of soup and some garlic bread later, our maincourse still wasn't here. Looking around, even people who came in later than us were already happily enjoying their food. The staff even served other patrons quite speedily in terms of handing them the menus and taking down the orders. So why were we the ones getting hell?!
Thus, we asked the waiter who took our orders to check for us when would it be ready cos obviously ours was really late. When our seafood platter finally came, we decided with resignation that they probably gave our order to someone else by mistake. See, we've seen at least 4 or 5 platters with the exact same content go to other tables. If they didn't serve it to someone else by mistake, tell me why were we served 5 minutes later than people who came in 10 minutes later than us?
We were definitely extraordinarily full after the meal, mostly thanks to the anger and frustration we felt, not because of the food we ate. Even getting the bill from them took forever. The bill came up to a total of RM82.xx - I can't remember the last 2 digits.
We would be more than willing to pay that price if the service was good because honestly, the food was just so-so. And what's more, with average food and CRAPPY service, we really thought it was a rather expensive meal.
In fact, it's one of THE most horrible meals I've had in years! Basically, it was nightmarish because all I felt was the angry "qi" building inside me throughout the meal! Man, I felt so damn bloated from it!
So people, if you are reading this, NEVER EVER go to the Manhattan Fish Market in Midvalley unless you wanna pay them to get pissed! I dunno about other MFM branches in Malaysia, they might be a hell lot better but the one in Midvalley is really a hellhole in itself!
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
King of Fruits
Can you believe it...I actually opened a durian last night by myself!
No, make it two.
Haha, I've never done that before and since my housemate, Jane, brought lotsa durians, mangosteens and rambutans from home (I think her family has a fruit orchard back home), I just thought I would give it a try. Moreover, I waited and waited but no one else came home so I just dug in first.
Gotten quite a few wounds on my right palm now. There were two that drew blood last night and one that seemingly came out of nowhere.
It was fun opening a durian. Hah, now I can brag to my friends I opened one! Yeah I know I'm silly, so be it.
Only thing was I had to eat the durians alone. I called Lih Lin but she couldn't come last night so I saved some for her to take home tonight.
If Shyan was there, he would definitely cover his nose and say the durian is smelly! Haha!
No, make it two.
Haha, I've never done that before and since my housemate, Jane, brought lotsa durians, mangosteens and rambutans from home (I think her family has a fruit orchard back home), I just thought I would give it a try. Moreover, I waited and waited but no one else came home so I just dug in first.
Gotten quite a few wounds on my right palm now. There were two that drew blood last night and one that seemingly came out of nowhere.
It was fun opening a durian. Hah, now I can brag to my friends I opened one! Yeah I know I'm silly, so be it.
Only thing was I had to eat the durians alone. I called Lih Lin but she couldn't come last night so I saved some for her to take home tonight.
If Shyan was there, he would definitely cover his nose and say the durian is smelly! Haha!
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Hmmm...
I'm so rajin today. Last night, I made a couple of egg and chilli tuna sandwiches and kept them in the fridge. This morning, I have one of the healthiest and most fulfilling breakfasts in the world! Believe me, I couldn't finish my mee hoon soup at lunch because I was still too full. But then again, I had breakfast at around 10.30am in the office, might as well call it brunch.
A new guy came to work today at our office, since Eric left, like, 2 months ago. He's very skinny, has a clear complexion, KLite. Lives in Jln Ipoh. Hey, stop, I'm not trying to dupe you into thinking he's good looking, coz he's not.
I'm not sure whether I like this new co-worker of mine. But I have a feeling he won't stay long. Let's wait and see if my sixth sense is right.
Well, during lunch today, me, Kenny, Nazha and the new guy, named Foong, went to 21 Carrots. Foong said he's going to buy something. So off he went and came back 15 minutes later with a white plastic bag. Nazha asked him what he'd bought. He replied that he went to buy some fruits. And he didn't order any food, he said fruits are enough, since he'd eaten in the morning already.
Moreover, food here are really expensive, I tell ya! From my conversation with him, I have the vague feeling that he was realizing this company wasn't really what he wants. After chatting for a while, Foong got up again and said he was gonna buy something else. It was 10 minutes to two. So the rest of us continued chatting until 2 o'clock but Foong still wasn't back. Then we thought we had better return to the office first. I picked up the white plastic bag.
"Apa kat dalam tu?" Nazha asked.
"Tak tahu la," I replied while taking a look into the bag.
A half-eaten green mango (the extremely sour kind, I don't know what you call it in English), a bent-up polystyrene tray and a small pack of plum powder.
"Sampah ke?" Nazha asked again.
"Ya lah," I answered, a bit disgusted.
Well, maybe I was just being a busybody. But why the hell did he bring a bag of rubbish back there just to put it on the table? Weird.
After paying for our meals at the counter, we still didn't see him anywhere. On the way back, I was thinking quietly to myself, could he possibly have gone back to the office, packed his bag and left already, finally deciding this isn't for him after all?
We pushed open the office door and Mala was looking at us weird.
"Mala, we had lost the new guy!" Nazha told her.
"Right you are! He's inside now. How did you lose him?" Mala said.
We all looked at each other. Nazha and Kenny proceeded to the studio but I stayed behind and related the whole incident to Mala.
"So, you see, we didn't lose him. He lost himself!" I explained.
"Hmmm...maybe we should give him more time to blend in with us," Mala advised in a motherly manner, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Sounds okay with me. I haven't discovered anything else wrong with him so far, aside from his strange gesture during lunch. I certainly hope he isn't as weird as I thought him to be.
A new guy came to work today at our office, since Eric left, like, 2 months ago. He's very skinny, has a clear complexion, KLite. Lives in Jln Ipoh. Hey, stop, I'm not trying to dupe you into thinking he's good looking, coz he's not.
I'm not sure whether I like this new co-worker of mine. But I have a feeling he won't stay long. Let's wait and see if my sixth sense is right.
Well, during lunch today, me, Kenny, Nazha and the new guy, named Foong, went to 21 Carrots. Foong said he's going to buy something. So off he went and came back 15 minutes later with a white plastic bag. Nazha asked him what he'd bought. He replied that he went to buy some fruits. And he didn't order any food, he said fruits are enough, since he'd eaten in the morning already.
Moreover, food here are really expensive, I tell ya! From my conversation with him, I have the vague feeling that he was realizing this company wasn't really what he wants. After chatting for a while, Foong got up again and said he was gonna buy something else. It was 10 minutes to two. So the rest of us continued chatting until 2 o'clock but Foong still wasn't back. Then we thought we had better return to the office first. I picked up the white plastic bag.
"Apa kat dalam tu?" Nazha asked.
"Tak tahu la," I replied while taking a look into the bag.
A half-eaten green mango (the extremely sour kind, I don't know what you call it in English), a bent-up polystyrene tray and a small pack of plum powder.
"Sampah ke?" Nazha asked again.
"Ya lah," I answered, a bit disgusted.
Well, maybe I was just being a busybody. But why the hell did he bring a bag of rubbish back there just to put it on the table? Weird.
After paying for our meals at the counter, we still didn't see him anywhere. On the way back, I was thinking quietly to myself, could he possibly have gone back to the office, packed his bag and left already, finally deciding this isn't for him after all?
We pushed open the office door and Mala was looking at us weird.
"Mala, we had lost the new guy!" Nazha told her.
"Right you are! He's inside now. How did you lose him?" Mala said.
We all looked at each other. Nazha and Kenny proceeded to the studio but I stayed behind and related the whole incident to Mala.
"So, you see, we didn't lose him. He lost himself!" I explained.
"Hmmm...maybe we should give him more time to blend in with us," Mala advised in a motherly manner, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Sounds okay with me. I haven't discovered anything else wrong with him so far, aside from his strange gesture during lunch. I certainly hope he isn't as weird as I thought him to be.
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