O happy day…

Well, Father’s Day was last Sunday and my missus made me a cake…

Of course, it was nothing like the breathtaking professional creations of my blogger-friend, Breadpitt, but it certainly was very special and definitely a lot more meaningful than just picking up one from a bakery in town.

It was her apple sauce butter cake, my favourite…

…and she made some whipped cream for the icing and used dragon fruit and some leaves for the decoration.

That night we went out for dinner at Cafécafé and we were joined by Clare and Alvin who were in town for the weekend.

Clare had the beef pandan nasi lemak (RM16.00)…

…which was ok except that the rice tasted more like nasi bryani than nasi lemak. I thought the masak hitam beef that came with it was very nice though.

Alvin opted for the chicken kurma set (RM14.90)…

…but when it was served, we were quite positive that it was chicken rendang. It certainly did not look nor taste like kurma, not in the least!

My missus had the creamy baked chicken chop rice (RM18.00)…

…which was really very nice! The rice was simply fragrant and the meat was perfectly done with the right combination of herbs – not overpowering, just nice. The only thing is that to have this dish, you will need to give them 30 minutes’ cooking time…but that was absolutely all right for us as we were not in any hurry to go anywhere that night.

The tuna toast…

…was well-liked by everybody but personally, I think I prefer the turkey ham toast that I had on my previous visit.

The pad thai (RM9.50) tasted much nicer than what I had at the Ark a couple of days earlier…

…though I prefer the fine translucent hor fun noodles that they used over at the other side.

All in all, it was a delightful evening – nice food, nice company…but the waitress who came to take our orders who certainly seemed to know a lot about what would be available – due credit should be given to her for that, rattled on like a machine gun…in Mandarin. I don’t know whether it was because she could not speak English or simply refused to do so and considering that it is not a Chinese restaurant and more of a fusion kind of place, they should employ people who are conversant in English…or at least, the ones who can speak the predominant local Chinese dialect – Foochow, or perhaps even Hokkien. Anyhow, she could easily have asked one of the other waiters or waitresses to replace her at our table…as on my previous visits to the place, I did not encounter any such sort of situation at all.

And by the way, guys, there are errors in your menu…

…if you haven’t realised that, that is! LOL!!!