Nirvana After Hangover

....And I'm not talking about an enlightened state of nothingness as espoused by Siddharta Gautama. Coincidentally, as I write this, a group of food bloggers are headed up north, for a Nirvana Kurt Cobain Lives Roadtrip.

We were all curious to meet this chappie, Paranoid Android, the other winner of Ciki's Slogan Contest. The prize was a pink parasol. The generous fella had actually offered to buy us all lunch at Neroteca, but of course, being Malaysian and all, all very "scared breath" (hak hei), and declined the offer of free food from a complete stranger. Afterall, he could be stalker material right.

Now, it did not help that I was suffering a mother of all hangovers from excessive whiskey the night before, at my bro in law's birthday, .....Ciki had to choose a sweltering oven of a place to meet. Hangover, heat, crowds, meeting new people, reeking like a brewery and have to make pleasantries, argh, what a combination. Yeah, the crowds at Nirvana were spilling over, on the sidewalks of Bangsar.... what an unfortuituous location for them. Booming business, but unlikely prospect of physical expansion, as they're sandwiched between Ambank, and Czip Lee, both of whom are unlikely to relocate in the near future.

Actually, the residual alcohol were still marinading my brain cells, and I only vaguely remember the events of the day. I remember Thamby's mascara running, as she melted under the no aircond, no fan table we were sitting at. Why the woman was dressed for a prom is beyond comprehension. Our table grew, with the arrivals of QwazyMonkey, Boolicious.

Paranoid Android is an ardent fan of Nigel Skelchy, and looked as excited as a adolescent boy meeting Hannah Montana. (I was only recently told of this phenomena). He all of but asked him for autograph. Then again, of course Nigel Skelchy is worthy of adoration and adulation by the entire cake eating fraternity. And before I am accused of being sarky, I mean it wor. He and Allan of course.

I digress. After the awards ceremony, and pink parasol handed over, we started ordering.

Lovely, lots of roughage.


Deep fried bittergourd. I liked it, but I would prefer it crunchier. Thankfully they dont charge by weight though, as we helped ourselves the way you snack on bar nuts.





Lovely papadams. Rumor has it you can actually make papadams in a microwave. Can anyone verify that?


Some red curry of sorts. I am suddenly at a loss for words.


A couple of them had the nasi beriyani gam, which looked damn good. Fluffy basmati rice, with a whole drumstick lying in there somewhere. Perfect for a saturday afternoon, when you can just have a nap after that feast. But alas, not suitable for hangover and nausea.


Boolicious' fried chicken, which was apparently dry.


This was about all I could stomach, the Maggi Mee Goreng, which Thamby had raved about. Her standards are questionable. There is nothing raveable about this maggi mee goreng. Either that or my taste buds were compromised.


The mee mamak goreng, which looked rather good. I think Mowgli had this.





Hairy Berry rests on Thamby's Ample bosom, while Ciki looks on.



See, I told you she looked dressed for a prom. It's a wonder there aren't streaks of make up on her face.

Nirvana, judging from the crowds, is obviously quite a good place for banana leaf rice. And from what I recall, prices are quite reasonable, considering the Bangsar rentals. It's on Jalan Telawi 3, same row as Ambank, Czip Lee, Nasi Lemak Antarabangsa, etc.