In the garden…

Last Sunday was Father’s Day here but as far as I know, they have it on different dates in some countries. Well, my daughter’s not home so we did not really celebrate the special occasion even though my missus did go out and buy a cake a week earlier as she got the date wrong. Half of it is still in the fridge…and I guess that certainly says a lot about the cake.

In the meantime, she went and baked this banana cake…

Mrs STP's banana cake 1

…and in a blink of an eye, it was all gone…

Mrs STP's banana cake 2

That certainly says a lot about THIS cake, doesn’t it? LOL!!!

We went to the evening Sunday service at the cathedral as usual and after that, we went to the cafe at the Garden Hotel here for dinner. We had not been there since my daughter went back to Wellington so that would mean that it had been almost half a year since we last dropped by the place.

They gave us this complimentary garlic bread…

Garden's garlic bread

…and my missus had the fish and chips (RM12++), my daughter’s favourite…

Garden's fish and chips

…and the tartar sauce came in this…

Graden's tartar sauce

I thought one would use that for gravy that one could pour – like those for steaks and chops. Tsk! Tsk!

I decided to try the chicken cordon bleu (RM15.00++)…

Garden's chicken cordon bleu 1

…and got a pretty generous chunk. I was somewhat disappointed,however, when I cut into it at one end…

Garden's chicken cordon bleu 2

I could not see anything and reckoned it was going to be just a slab of fried chicken. However, it turned out that I had jumped to the conclusion too soon. As I ate, the cheese began to ooze out…

Garden's chicken cordon bleu 3

…and they even had mushroom in it…

Garden's chicken cordon bleu 4

But I  do wish they had a slice of ham in it too though, never mind even if it had been turkey. Anyway, on the whole, it was pretty good and something worth having should you happen to drop by the place.

Both of us had iced lemon tea (RM5.00++)…

Garden's iced lemon tea

– not my usual cup of tea, so  to speak…but I usually refrain from kopi-o-peng (iced black coffee) at night in case I’ll be tossing and turning till dawn…