Yes, I do know for a fact that patience is indeed a virtue and if you are one cool individual, very patient no matter under what circumstances, you are most likely to live a very long life, unlike me – impatient, temperamental and never one to be made to wait for anything for too long.
I just cannot understand why this place is always so crowded that it is hard to find a place to park the car and even harder to find a table. I don’t think there is anything that nice – yes, the beef noodles are pretty good and the stuff from the Malay stall is not too bad but then again, one can get something just as nice or maybe even nicer without having to join the rampage. Maybe it is the feng shui, I wouldn’t know.
The stall selling the nice jiuhu eng chai/sotong kangkong stall is no longer around – there is a FOR RENT sign on it and I did mention before that there was a roti canai stall that seemed to be doing very well so I went and ordered one (RM1.20)…
…to try. Yes, it was nice, very thin and a bit crispy, served with curry gravy but no, I would not say this is THE one.
Thankfully, it was served very fast and my missus’ order – yes, you’re right, she wanted the Foochow fried noodles (RM3.50)…
…came soon after.
My patience was already wearing thin while waiting for our drinks and I badly needed one while eating the roti canai but they sure took a long long time before they finally came – our kopi-o-peng (iced black coffee) – after I had finished eating the roti canai and thankfully, they do it quite well here so it did not aggravate the burning of the short fuse, so to speak.
My missus had finished eating her noodles and still, there was no sign of mine. After what seemed like forever, I marched to the stall to ask and declared in no uncertain terms that I was leaving so they could just forget about my order. The lady said she was just going to get down to frying mine and I would be served very quickly.
FINALLY, it came – my mee goreng (fried noodles, Malay style) special (RM5.00)…and no, I am not going to say a thing about the fried egg…
…nor the fried chicken, breast…
…but to give credit where it is due, the mee tasted all right. However, if they think I would want to endure the torture of sitting in the midst of the rowdy crowd in the hot and stuffy coffee shop, they’d better think again…for no, I do not have the patience of a saint to ever want to go through all that again…and if ever I have the displeasure of having to drop by here anytime in the future, for some reason or other, I certainly would not want to order anything from one stall in particular, that’s for sure..
...STILL CRAZY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS! 