Spanish Wine Pairing Dinner

When You Wish Upon A Star, ...makes no difference who you are, anything your heart desires will comeeee to you..... from Walt Disney's Pinocchio.

No, I was not wishing to be a real boy, nor that any of my puppets became a real boy, or girl. I was merely dreaming of Spain. Unlike some of my well heeled friends, I cant go traipsing around Spain, sampling all the culinary (apparently pronounced KIEW LINARY, not CULL inary, as in Culling Pigs with the Nipah Virus) treasures the country has to offer.

Alas, the stars in Kuala Lumpur's polluted skies aren't very bright either, and I wasnt sure if I was wishing upon the Measat Satellite, or a blinking aeroplane, but hey, whaddaya know, I get an invite from my good pal, Peter Yew of the Cava Opus Leonardo Moxie Chain, for a SPANISH WINE PAIRING DINNER WITH GUEST CHEF FERNANDO MARTINEZ TABERNO. I was allowed to call 3 others, and drum roll, the lucky guests for the night were .....the inimitable Alison Joan Victor, of Red FM Fame, and equally as hot as Red, the perpetual comedian, Frat Mustard, and the ever reliable Nipple Joe.









We started with the octopus carpaccio potato confit and Pimento Oil....the bummer about posting these things a few weeks after the event is these alcohol infused brain cells cant recall the exact flavours. But this I do remember, the Spanish omelette with Bacalao and Piquillo Peppers was sublime. The glass contained Gazpcho with Baqquerones, Piquillo Peppers. It must have slipped my brain to ask what Piquillo Peppers are, coz I now have NO idea what they are. Chicken rolls stuffed with dry fruit formed the missing link in the platter. These were paired with the Pag del Vicario Talva 2005, Chardonnay Savignon Blanc. We had earlier been apperitiffing on Castellblanch Cristal Brut Cava, the very VERY drinkable Spanish version of the bubbly.


Lighting here sucked big time by the way, hence the lousy pics. A bad workman blames his tools, and a lousy photographer blames the light. The Prawn Salad with Tomato Marmalade and Cauliflower Sauce was good for me. My fellow comrades had some mushy prawns, but mine were all ay okay, and the prawns sweet and succulent. Frat discovered his cream was missing, and asked the waiter to cream his plate.


Life is a bed of roses for some people. Chicks gawk at him, and he gets to live life in a designer coffee tin.








Mains were a choice of Tenderloin Beef encroute with poultry musseline (not related to the more famous Moussolini, the Italian fler), Lubina stuffed with seafood and vegetable confit and calamari crisp, or Lamb Chops with Membrillo Aioli, red Pepper confit and gratinated potatoes. Of the three, I'd say the tenderloin was probably the best. To be honest, the Lubina, which is a fish, I think, stuffed with all the stuff was so so.

The mains were paired with a Pago del Vicario Penta 2005, Tempranillo Merlot Cabernet Syrah Petit Verdot. (finger cramp after typing all that)


Can You Hear the drums Fernando? I dunno why, but when I sang this line, Frat burst out laughing. Yeah, the handsome chappie is the spanish guest chef. Very friendly, and took time to explain to us this and that. Alas, some of us were rather sloshed by this time.


The Spanish cheese platter with the lovely quince paste was a perfect end to the dinner. Paired with Pago del vicario 50-50 2005, Tempranillo Cabernet. Some of the other dinner guest on the long table didnt care for cheese. Less men more share I say!

Check out my cheese, says Frat.



Caramelized Torrijas With Nougat Soup. Frankly, it looked like oatmeal or some healthy gunky breakfast, but it tasted superb, a lot better than it looked!!!
This was paired with a Segura Viudas Brut Reserva Cava.






We drank the night away, yarning and chatting, amidst great company, great ambience.

I always thought Cava meant Cave, like the Bata lives in the Cava.

We learn something new everyday. Ooh, and I just checked my trusty dictionary. Culinary can be pronounced both with the Cull or the Kiul...so pbbbbbbbbbth to whoever told me that misleading bit of info. My life is vindicated!

Chef Tam At Selayang For "Yim Kai"

Apparently there was a time, when a fellow on a bicycle used to go around offering castration services for chickens. With a deft snip and thread, the deed is done, and this strapping young rooster HERE, ....

..would not have been able to sire this little chicken here.


Now, the chinese are not the only ones who have no qualms about snipping off lineage (the roe and sperm of hairy crabs, for example) to satisfy the palate, apparently castrated chickens are called CAPONS in English. I just call them Eunucks.... a cross between eunuchs and cluck.... EUNUCK...

Apparently, the loss of male genitalia decreases testosterone levels in the chicken, causing them to get fatter, (oh dear, I should go check my testosterone level soon), ...as females have a higher fat to muscle ratio, according the the slimmest person on the table, CIKI.

Well, rewinding the tale a bit, we were invited for a food tasting of these free range birds, bred by the company called Sunshine Chicken, (presumably the roosters crow at dawn), helmed by Gerlad D'Cruz. The farm is in Kuala Lipis, where chooks are allowed to roam free, without stress, multiplying as they pleased, .... the equivalent of Malaysians with all our free land, as opposed to our poor Singaporean neighbours, all cooped up in HDBs...

The lunch venue was at Chef Tam, in Selayang, next to that famous seafood wholesaler, Jin Chwan. I had forgotten to RSVP the invite from Gerald, and had to tag along as the Queen's date, as her real husband, Bald Eagle, could not make it. Which theoretically means I don't REALLY have to blog about this, but the meal was so excellent, I simply have to share the good news.

We were first brought on a walkabout study tour of Jin Chwan.... a real marine treat for those who want to go diving but can't. Geoducks, alaskan king crab, moray eels, oysters, clams, prawns, fish of myriad variety, grace the tanks of this place.



Our celebrities, who are late, make their grand entrance..... very you yeng huh!



Such a celebrity couple, that one.

Most of the Wax Princesses found the 5 minutes in the heat too long, and quickly scurried back to the aircond comforts of the Chef Tam restaurant.

The brochure of the Sunshine Chicken. The farm as mentioned earlier, is in Kuala Lipis, and this prompted us to make sure we organise a trip there, afterall, fellow food blogger, THULE is based there, and I am sure would make a wonderful host. Gerald also very kindly offered us a tour of the farm, and the best wild boar curry ever.


Huge plump Pacific Oysters were the perfect way to start the meal. Of course debates abounded whether small is better, or large is better, but there seemed to be an equal number who preferred small, and big. (oysters, I mean). Walking Wikipedia reckons smaller oysters are sweeter, Ciki likes hers plump and large, and they slide down her throat.





Well, they certainly were very fresh. The oysters, I mean. And not fishy.


The highlight of the meal, the Yim Kai, or EUNUCK. Absolutely fantastic. Lovely golden yellow skin, with a layer of free range fat beneath the skin, and gorgeous flavour of meat that you will never get in a supermarket chicken. Texture wise, incomparable. Firm meat, with a real taste of chicken. Excellent. It's my first exposure to an EUNUCK. One wonders how one will eat normal chicken after this.


Ah, fantastic chicken rice in elegant little spoons. Special rice (beras) cooked in the chicken fat. Fluffy, sticky, flavourful all at the same time. Really very very good!!! And went fabulously with the ginger condiments.


Just look at that chicken. I can understand the hype.


Deep sea grouper. Again, lovely freshness to it, and the flesh firm, and sweet. Steamed to perfection. Originally someone said it was a Jack Something Something, which was an utter red herring. The NEXT table had the Jack something. (not "OFF"). Oh, did I mention the cast? Babe in the City KL, Pure Glutton, Gourmet Garden from Penang, the Nomad Gourmand, our dear Hooi Khaw, Cumi & Ciki, Just Heavenly Pleasures, ROKH, and the Queen of the DSLR herself. Quite a glittering gathering.


Some people like head.





This would have been my least favourite dish I guess. Not because it was bad, but it seemed a bit inconspicuous. Japanese snails, in a creamy cheese sauce. Mornay, almost. It was unanimously agreed the cheese sauce drowned the taste of the snails, and a light sautee with garlic would probably have been better.


Sunshine Chickens also do breed normal chickens, and this was it. A lovely roast crispy skin chicken. Again, the natural taste of the chicken, and texture, outstanding.


This beancurd dish is excellent. Deep fried bean curd, wobbly like panna cotta on a bed of choy thams. Perfect comfort food.


Something like the Sabah fern vegetable. Not sure what it was, but it was good. A slight slimy texture, but such a healthy feeling as it passes your throat. The Queen, not a veggie person, had a few cursory strands, and gave me the rest.


Dessert, guai lin gou. That herbal jelly with fruit cocktail.


The very affable Chef Tam. According to him, (and I had to play translator to Her Madge, sitting next to me....cis, her marder is chinese oso dunno how to speak), he has no one signature dish, but specialises in the cooking of seafood.



The horde of adoring female fans surround the Chef.

What a perfect way to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon. Thanks Babe for the white wine....it WAS from you right? And thanks Gerald for having us.

Well, if you are looking for excellent quality chicken, you should contact Gerald D Cruz at 012-2085590. I am already thinking that the castrated chicken would make a great turkey substitute for Christmas. So much tastier, and probably a fraction of the price. Them EUNUCKS can grow up to 5kg.... that's one large chook.

[NOTE: The Eunucks are available now on offer, at RM25 per kg. It is usually almost double the price in the markets. So chefs out there, give them a call now!]

Chef Tam is located along the same row as Jin Chwan, and judging by the food, serves excellent Chinese food at affordable prices. The seafood is purchased at Jin Chwan, and cooked in Chef Tam.

ZLS, Sentul

It is the dawn of the festival of lights.... I eagerly grab my phone to see if there are any invitations to any open house, but nah leh.... how oh how was I going to spend this lonely public holiday. Oh, wait, it's a Saturday, and every Saturday IS a public holiday. For most of us anyway. The ever efficient Agent Cikay has managed to muster the troops. YAY. And guest starring Hairy Berry, all the way from Singapore. Whenst once upon a time, his trips back here used to be a weekly affair, they are now reduced to rare appearances, because (official version) he is doing his masters and has classes (unofficial version) we think he has a girlfriend there in the republic...who wont let him come back. Dang you girl, we want our Hairy Berry!!!

The Five Fine Outers, ie, Cikay, Kenny Mah, DevilWearsPrada, Hairy Berry and Me, bundle into the hot red Honda Civic, and head to Sentul. The entire landscape of Jln Ipoh has changed so drastically over the years, I no longer recognise it. It's more botoxed than the First Lady, and almost as beyond recognition.

Time travels at the speed of light when you are busy yarning with friends, and before we know it, we're there, in a route that I am not sure I can replicate, as I wasn't paying attention. I only remember Hairy Berry mumbling something about his old school being in the neighbourhood. La Salle Sentul la, must be.

Nothing like beer before 12 noon to make one feel one is REALLY on holiday.



Hairy Berry, the expert of this place, orders the dishes with the familiarity of an obese kid ordering at Macdonald's. Before we know it, its Bon Apetit.


The duet of kailan, leaves deep fried and stems sauteed. I wonder which innovative chef first thought of this. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, the pioneer of this dish must be flattered to death by now.


Beer with lovely chicken wings. They go together like
rama lama lama
ke ding a de dinga a dong
remembered for ever like
shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yipitty boom de boom.

It's the kind of food you could eat all afternoon while downing several pints of beer, over good conversation.


Ooooh, look at the pig.


Pork Knuckles. Is it a misnomer? Is it really the knuckles? I thought the knuckles are the joints between the fingers and fist. That reminds me....
Man walks to a farm, and sees a pig with three legs. Asks farmer what happened. Farmer says, oh, I was in a fire once, and Wilbur there saved me. Man says, oh, he lost a leg in the fire? Farmer says, Nooo. In fact, later on, I almost drowned, and Wilbur saved me. So he lost the leg in the river? Noooo, farmer says. And again, Wilbur saved me once from barbaric burglars. So he lost the leg to the burglars? Noooo, says farmer. SO HOW DID WILBUR LOSE HIS LEG??? Farmer says, hey, a pig as good as this, you can only afford to eat him one leg at a time.
[running away from the pelted vegetables and tomatoes]

Now, I reckon no one does Pork Knuckles, or Trotter or whatever they're called, like the Chinese. I find the German ones usually a bit too dry. This one is not only moist and succulent, but swimming in a delicious gravy.








Four of the Five Fine Outers in Action.


Fish head curry. All these dishes scream out for rice don't they. Lovely rich curry sauce. I didn't really try the fish though, but judging by the fact that there was none left, it must have been good.


I LOVE this squid dish, presented on banana leaf. Not sure what its called, but its damn good, and apparently has the option of prawns as well. The squid was not fishy.



We weren't full after all that, so decided to add another dish of Oooh Lala. Gorgeous fresh clams steamed in a rice wine sauce, with wolfenberries. Loved the soup.

What can I say? Deepavali or not, it was good fun. Good food, good company, and beer with ice. How not to be happy?

Oh, the restaurant is called Zhen Liew Shiang, No. 30, Jalan 14/48A, Sentul Raya, Off Jalan Sentul, 51000 Kuala Lumpur.
Tel: 603 4041 3781

Mow Hai Hai Mow? Hairy Crabs at Dragon i.

Paranoid Android, who is the next Walking Wikipedia after Nigel Skelchy, (Nigel has the age advantage), asked on Twitter, are hairy crabs "Mow Hai" in Cantonese. Ciki replies, "Mow Hai, Hai Mow?". All my friends are comedians. My twitter page can be the script for a sitcom, as could my MSN, especially exchanges with the Venerable Thamby, aka Queen of the DSLR.

Those doomed to a life of humdrumness, and twiddling thumbs and swatting flies, like me, sit around all day waiting for friends to call. So, when I saw a Yahoo msg or was it an sms, from CIKI, obviously I scramble to open it quicker than our government changes it policies. And that's quick. OOOH, she asks me to be her date (I am shivering with excitement already) for a food tasting of Hairy Crabs (not Hairy's Crab....Hairy Crabs) from the famous Tai lake, at Dragon I at the Curve, on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Turned out the day was anything BUT lazy.

Mad rush ensued, as I juggled with the 15 cake orders for the day, and a slight hangover from the night before. Although it was just a little tipple with friends from the gym, this old man's resistance is dropping as quickly as his waistline is expanding. I was the LAST to arrive at Dragon I, much to my embarrasment, as seated on two tables were like the blogging gliterrati of Malaysia. The Queen Herself, KY Speaks, Nigel Skelchy, Ciki, KgBoy&Citygal. Gasp, its like attending an event with the DYMM himself, and coming late. I apologized profusely to our host, a very friendly Mr Kong, of PRK (PR Kraft), the PR company for the Dragon I group.

The first dish was the double boiled superior chicken soup with Fish Maw and Bamboo Pith. Superb hangover food. Cleansing to the soul, and rehydrating to the body. It wasn't too salty, as some soups are prone to be. The textures of the fish maw and chicken were just right.



They are very well prepared, the restaurant, as they even presented a bowl of soup specially for photography. A bit like a bride....doesnt always look like the real deal.



The next dish was Sauteed Fresh Vegetables With Crab Roe. Female crab roe, Kong explained to us. Female crab roe is harder and coarse than male crab roe.







"Male crabs have roe?" I ask in bewilderment. Obviously I should watch more National Geographic, and less Grey's Anatomy, as the latter doesn't teach you about crab anatomy.





Aren't the Xiu Long Baos with Hairy Crab row absolutely adorable? So dainty, almost a sin to eat them.


Of course, elegance should be consumed with elegance......
Of course no one saw it fit to photograph ME wolfing down MY xiu long bao, with all the finesse of a drunken sailor on heat.


Young Chow Style Fried Rice....probably the mandatory carb dish in the set. Oh, I did mention it was a set right? RM128++ for a six course Shanghainese set meal. Loved the rice. Fluffy, enough wok hei, and all that jazz. As Nigel pointed out, the prawns had been in a sodium bicarbonate spa for too long, and while they were texturally crunchy, there was about as much taste in it as a noveau rich chinaman decorating his newly built mansion in Kenny Hills.


We're heading for the climax, and given the necessary tools to do so as well.


No, its not for you to dig your nose, though I can't say I wasn't tempted.


Tah dah......... a platter of hairy crabs, all male, with 3 billion potential offspring on the plate to satisfy our greedy palate.
Oh, in answer to the earlier question about "Do male crabs have roe", well, [CHILDREN BELOW 18, dont read this], according to the reliable source on the table, it's kinda like Crab err...Sperm.



Look at me! I'm Hairy and proud of it!


The Glitterati throw themselves at the magnificent platter, not wanting to lose out on any action.


With the deftness of a surgeon, or a vet, the Captain deshells the crab, and reassembles it on a plate, as shown below. (corner right bottom is the Master Chef himself, whom the staff venerably refer to as Si Fu)





So, not only the Japanese can reverse engineer, so can the Chinese.



I HAVE to say, that the Male Roe was creamy and rich, and oh so good. Absolutely divine. Like eating Teuschers, Foie Gras and Truffles all at once. Shuddering in delight. Mmmmmm. Of course, that really IS the highlight, as the rest of the crab is nothing to shout about. The meat is sweet, but there's so LITTLE of it, it's like running a marathon to drink a glass of 100plus.

Dessert was Sesame Glutinous Rice Balls In Ginger Broth. As I couldn't hold my balls steady and photograph them at the same time, Nigel kindly held mine for me while I took a picture. I dunno why he only held up one ball. I reciprocated by holding up both of his, as can be seen in his post.



Not only is she the Queen, and writes like Shakespeare, and takes pictures like [who are the famous photographers in this world ah? Andy Warhol?], she can also multi task as she held up her own balls to photograph them. She the man!!! Bow bow bow, we are not worthy.










Posing for the Paparazzi.

Thanks Ciki for asking me to be your date. How else would little old me get to hob nob with who's who of the blogging world. Thank you thank you.

And special note of thanks to Mr Kong Wai Keong for having us.

The promo is on in autumn, (not our autumn la, autumn in China) when the crabs are in season. They are flown in on a weekly flight, on the promise of a vacation. At RM128++, well, it is a luxury, but hey, you have to factor in the airfare of the crabs, their rarity, and the loss of their descendants, so to savour that glorious roe, I'd say an occasional treat is in store.