It's been awhile since the Queen of the Food Bloggers, Awhiffoflemongrass, or AWOL, (now more like a whiff of passing wind) and I have gone for a food review together. Fastidious as she is, in order to maintain a certain quality in writing, with the minions whom she chooses to associate, she decided to take matters into her own hands, and drafted the first opening paragraph of MY post for me.
"She was holidaying in Cornwall and had posted a scenic picture of a secluded wooded valley, literally in the middle of nowhere, and was musing about the beauty of the place and the rustling of the leaves that sounded, amazingly, like the ocean. Naturally, someone had to burst her bubble. I was the first to comment on her picture. "All I saw this morning was the summit of Mount Everest," I wrote. Yes, I am a b**t**d.
But just in case you can't see the comments box, I've taken the liberty of enlarging it.
But seriously, can you blame me? I mean, look at the spectacular Everest (below), compared with her pasty English garden, that looked like it had been taken by a geriatric Englishwoman sipping tea (with milk), thinking that Malaya still belonged to the British Empire. (Fought by the gurkhas from Nepal)
Back to the review at hand....
Well, serendipitiously, an email appeared in my inbox, and didn't go to spam, and actually caught my eye, ...not because I'm inundated with invitations, far from it, but more because I am so careless in my email readings, old people are not used to technology and having to understand 50 different forms of communication...whatsapp, sms, email, viber, fb msg, google talk, the list goes on. So, yes, was I mightily glad that I actually READ the email from a certain Robin Sherchan... and unlike most generic cut and paste invites, sometimes with the wrong name even, his (or her, I wasn't sure) email sounded personal and sincere. AND IT WAS AN INVITE TO A NEPALESE RESTAURANT. Heck, even if it had been an email that sounded as impersonal as a Citibank personal loan call, I would have said YES resoundingly. But oddly enough, I found out, the Whiff had also gotten wind of the invite, and received her own, and we quickly compared notes to see if our emails were similar, but they weren't. Hers was more complimentary. I hate her.
So, to cut a long story (which I've inadvertently made long) short, here we were, sitting at Restaurant Nepal, Plaza Damas, with the wonderful coproprietor, Robin Sherchan, who exuded all the warmth I experienced in the recent sojourn in Nepal. No stranger to Malaysia, Restaurant Nepal is actually his brainchild as well as a partnership with his sister, who is the real chef, and it seeks to bring his ethnic cuisine to our shores. Afterall, as the proverbial saying goes, if the sage won't go to the mountain, the mountain will come to the sage. (Sage being a person, not a herb, though in this case, both are applicable)
These babies are RM9 a glass or RM40 a jug
The following dish, BHUTEKO BHATMAS, which is basically soy beans, deep fried, I think, is the equivalent of a party nut mix. It is so addictive, and apparently was AWOL's sidekicks favourite dish in days of yore when she cohabitated with Robin. Goes splendidly with alcohol, and I suspect, would go well with our nasi lemak too, in place of the fried kacang and ikan bilis. As with all Nepali dishes, there is that subtle underlying spice. RM9
MOMO MIA!!!! here we go again...
Robin tells us that momos originated from Tibet (who presumably got it from the Chinese), but the Nepalese have made it better. I haven't had the Tibetan momos, (I wonder if it's yakky), but I believe Robin. Back in Nepal, momo shops are everywhere, like you'd find a mamak shop in every corner here. Ah, one this I did miss was the BUFF MOMO. No, it's not a momo that has been working out in the gym, carrying weights, and pumped with protein and steroids, but momos made with buffalo meat, a common staple in Nepal.
Steamed/ Deepfried Chicken or Vegetarian Momos RM12 per serving.
That's Robin & me. Priceless.
But since it is NOT available here, a substitute called TIMMUR is used, a kind of pungent Nepalese pepper. to cook this fabulous piece de resistance, Fars Ko Daal Ra Khasi Ko Nali (Pumpkin curry with mutton marrow) - RM18. Just for having that many words in the name I think should make this dish more expensive.
That spiced curry pumpkin, .... I wonder if you have to marry into the family to get the secret recipe. The lamb was falling off the bone, and succulent and tender. A must order when here.
It was a lovely night of great food and great company. Apart from the culinary wealth we gleaned from Robin, we were also regaled with stories of the Gurkhas, and how we take the sea and beach for granted, but his friend who had come from Nepal was SO excited to see the beach (and that was Port Dickson), probably the same way we were so excited to see the Himalayas and Everest.
Well, we were fed far too much, and didn't get to try dessert because if we ate anymore, AWOL's Annapurnas might just explode. So I guess we'll just have to return soon, and in any case, there were other items on the menu that I would like to try, like "CHOWMEIN". It baffled me that it seemed to be so ubiquitous in Nepal. (or Kathmandu anyway). And furthermore, the dishes are so affordable here.
Opposite TGI Friday's (outside)
F-O-6 Ground Level
Plaza Damas Shopping Centre
60 Jalan Sri Hartamas 1
50480 Kuala Lumpur
+6 016 9770 718