Running late…

I was supposed to go here for dinner with some friends on Wednesday night but I was under the weather and in the end, I decided to give it a miss.

However, my missus and I did stop by the following morning way past 10.00 a.m. but before 11.00 and there was nothing in the display cabinet and there wasn’t anybody around. I noted with interest this notice…

…placed strategically on top for all to see. It sure looks like the old price list is no longer applicable.

My missus had this (RM3.50)…

…from the chap fan (mixed rice) selections at the chu char place at the back – some chicken, a serving of green vegetables and cangkuk manis. I did go and have a look but I did not see anything I fancied so I decided to try this stall…

…instead.

I wasn’t really in the mood for chicken but they had pork…

…as well and it did take me a moment or two to figure out what this one…

…was. I’ve mentioned many times before that here, if you have a plate of some fried stuff such as chicken, sotong (squid), fish fillet or whatever with a whole lot of mayonnaise squeezed all over it, they will call it salad…so this in fact, is salad chicken rice.

I asked for the pork…

…and an egg plus the chicken liver…

…though they did give me a few pieces of the gizzard as well which I left behind by the side of the plate but I would say that I did enjoy all the rest that was in the platter (RM6.00) and the pickled cucumber underneath was very nice too. Unfortunately, the rice was nothing to shout about so if you are looking for really good (chicken) rice, you’d be better off going elsewhere.

There were quite a lot of people there that morning, a number from the nursing college a stone’s throw away which made me wonder whether they, like us, came in the hope of getting to enjoy the Dayak ethnic delights but since it was not open at the time, they went for something else instead. It was way past 11.00 a.m. when we left…and the first two dishes first made their appearance but of course, we were already full and would not want to eat anymore.

It so happened that I had forgotten my umbrella and the nice people at that chicken rice stall came shouting and running to return it to me. Ain’t that nice of them? They could have just kept it and not bothered at all.