Bye Bye Imbi & Itchy

Nigel was singing German Christmas Carols. We were talking about German Sausages, and Imbi & Itchy said, "oh, in that town, the sausages are very small", after Nigel had just announced that German Sausages are all large. I don't know what them innocent young bloggers were thinking. I think Lemongrass and Me single handed raised the age average on the table as we had the young and radiant Kampung Boy and City Gal there, and young young photographer Dwayne and girlfriend Serene.

Precious Pea and Boolicious were also on the table, ....hmmm, come to think of it, I think the aforementioned young bloggers brought DOWN the average age, not vice versa.

Yeah, so after much preamble, and waiting for everyone to arrive, the food finally arrived. Oh, the venue, King Crab, along the LDP. Except it is one helluva detour from the first time you actually sight the place on the other side of the LDP, to actually getting there, coz you gotta go past the Kelana Station, make a U Turn almost near Giant, come back the opposite direction, and make ANOTHER U Turn miles further down, to finally get there. Imagine a Z shape.

Of course, VIP guest Precious Pea is no stranger in these parts, and with just one wave of the camera bag, the waitress downstairs said, "Oh, Precious Pea ah, 2nd floor". We were given the space that looked like it was reserved for weddings.... and the like.

I often wonder what restaurants do with all the leftover chilli. Looking at the price of chillis these days, I think I should start carrying a little tupperware in my camera bag, and start doggy bagging chilli and garlic. Then again, I shouldn't share these brilliant ideas in public....lest they release the sniffer dogs on me.

Ah, my favourite combination....I think they call it the 4 heavenly kings or something. Petai, (aka smelly bean), brinjal, long beans and four angle beans. Very well cooked, and very flavoursome. The petais were large and luscious, and potent in their odour.

Scallops, macadamias and lotus roots. It doens't take a genius not to botch up this combination, I mean, the sum of the parts is greater than the parts? But nicely done, and the nuts were nicely toasted, and most importantly, not rancid. I shudder at some places where the walnuts or macadamias have gone a bit off....

If a fish made love to a chicken, this would be the resulting animal. A Ficken. The Skin of the Chicken, with the flesh of the fish. Crispy chicken skin, with a layer of lovely fish paste. Of course, connoiseurs like precious pea pointed out that there was still some evidence of chicken meat there, (which i like), which isn't meant to be.

Guinness Stout Spare Ribs. Yummy. Alcohol, and pork. A more glorious combination could not exist in this world of pain and suffering. The meat was succulent and tender....though sadly, I couldn't really taste the guinness. But its something I'd definitely order again.

The famous butter crab. Truth be told, I found the sauce a bit too thick, you can almost stand a spoon in it. (although the spoon in question isn't really standing, but more reclining like Cleopatra on her love couch). It overpowered the crab, so I didn't really like this dish.

The second crab dish, chilli crab, was far more palatable to my taste buds. The sauce went well with the deep friend mantaus, and the crabs themselves were meaty and sweet. Very nice. I think I shall have my crabs plainly steamed the next time.

I would seriously like to send this to a lab to really measure the cholesterol content. I bet its an urban myth. I bet in real life, it's actually very healthy for you, probably choc ful of calcium, vitamins and proteins. It'll probably add to your youth, and make you live to a hundred.

Despite the fact that I didn't care much for the butter sauce, (which according to Nigel, is all milk), I did quite like the crab claw.

The famous mantis prawn. Beheaded like Anne Boleyn, and de shelled on one side, I thought it strange that they should go through the efforts of deshelling the top, but leaving the bottom skeleton intact. Not my favourite dish. Give me regular prawns any day.

The little headies of the prawnies.

Anyway, I couldn't stay on for the rest, wonder if there was dessert, as I had to rush off for Bible Study, and after that another party at Twenty One in Changkat Bukit Bintang. But that's another story altogether.

Well, Imbi & Itchy, wishing you all the very best in your new life in Germany. Although we only met a few times, (can count on both hands), I'm glad we got along so well, and look forward to reading about your exploits with the bratwurst and saurkraut.