slowcatchupkuan

Viet Passion interior

Don’t get me wrong. The service was totally excellent and the restaurant has a great romantic ambience to it. What i was disappointing was the food.

I’ve always thought that the Vietnamese dishes at restaurant’s like the Little Vietnam or Vietnam Kitchen are somewhat Malaysianised. I was looking forward to something more authentic coz all along i’ve heard from numerous bloggers and friends that the foods in Hanoi *especially the beef noodle are the best.

Vietnam Tea – Hot hot tea

Lime juice >_

The chicken salad was bit too bland. Instead of fried, the chicken strips were steamed, thus it was not as crunchy as normal chicken salad. The gravy was uninspiring too. It lacked the aromatic sweet-salty taste of gravy from restaurants such as the Vietnam Kitchen. While eating this dish i could not help but crave for the appetizing mango salad we had at the Krua Thai! *sigh

Chicken salad way too bland

We ordered a bowl of beef noodle. Who the hell wouldn’t right? Vietnam is famous for this dish. But… uhm… it was a real let down. It was practically tasteless. The beef balls were way too smooth *like fish ball not like those tasty rough-textured-like beef balls.

Beef noodle not so nice

The only dish that was not really too bad was the rice with claypot fish. But that too was just so-so coz once again, it tasted dull after a few spoonful. I mean, did they run out of spices or what??!

Claypot fish with rice… just so so

So they have quite a variety of dishes to choose from. The menu was really thick. There were 7 types of salad, 11 types of noodles, 7 types of rice dishes and god knows how many types of other dishes! But i think the only thing that impressed me was the free flow Evian for just RM10…

Imperial Set is friggin’ RM98++!

I guess i’m not a fan of Vietnamese food afterall. Does outlets in the mall even counts? Maybe there are people who prefer mild tasting food. Either that or they had completely messed up the recipe in Viet Passion… I hope it’s the later coz i am really looking forward to my Hanoi-food-scavenging-trip!

Chicken Salad – RM16.00
Rice with Claypot Fish – RM16.00
Beef Noodle – RM18.00
Vietnamese Tea – RM3.00
Lime Juice – RM6.00
Service Charge – RM5.90
Government Tax – RM2.95

*************
Viet Passion
Lot B6, Chulan Square,
9
2, Jalan Raja Chulan,
50200 Kuala Lumpur

Tel: +603-21413838

KidCheng: I got a question for you? It’s a trick question.
Me: Ok.
KidCheng: If let say the chicken rice seller tells you that you can choose any amount of drumstick that you want, the price will still remain the same. How many pieces will you order?
Me: One lar.
KidCheng: Why?!
Me: Coz i order how many also i can’t finish it!
KidCheng: Oh…ok ok.
Me: So what’s the point of the question?
KidCheng: Nothing. Just want to know how much you like chicken.
Me: -_-” -_-” -_-”!!!

What attracted me to this book was the cover featuring a smiling African lady. I thought it was a beautiful picture because the woman had an expressive set of lively eyes and she looked like a strong and tough chick. *i love selamba-kick-ass chicks! It turned out surprisingly pleasant despite the bland ending.

Alek Wek

Instead of stories of couture fashion and catwalk, the book Alek (Sudanese Refugee to International Supermodel) serves something like short memoir/biography of the the author’s (Alek Wek) journey as a refugee from the war ridden plains of Africa to achieve international stardom on runways of Paris, New York and Milan.

She look really good right?

It’s a great read for those who are curious about the civil war and refugees in Africa but are not keen on reading too heavily written materials. This book is light coz the author’s perspective is positive and cheerful throughout the book. Only first half of the book gives description of the author’s life as a child during the civil war and how she daringly escaped by herself to London. The other half tells is about her days in London before spotted by a modeling agent at the age of 19. Then after, her roller coaster ride on her way to graze top runways and the pages of glamorous fashion magazines.

Her name, Alek Wek means “Black Spotted Cow”

What inspired me was how together and close knitted her family was during their plight in the Dinka village. They were even fondly called the ‘Wek Army’ in those days. *so cute! Also i simply adore those stories about her mother. You could easily see where her optimism and strength came from.

Her works

The fact that she did not dreamed to be a supermodel initially, makes her what she is today. She was more interested in earning enough to survive, thus there was a point where she tried to quit modeling because of the instability of the pay. Eventually the agency relented and paid her a monthly fix pay which is down-right rare coz she wasn’t famous just yet and models in general just receives pay per jobs.

Now besides modeling she is also an entrepreneur. She has her own handbag line, Wek 1933 (1933 is the year her late father was born). CLICK HERE for Wek 1933 collections. Some of them are really gorgeous!
.
.
.
Although i find the ending a bit boring (i’m not that into catwalks), i must say i applaud her courage and hard work. Being a black model is not easy but being an African model with authentic African feature (coarse curly hair, thick lips and exotic eyes) is even tougher. *salute!

The show is officially cancelled. I’m so disappointed!
But most of all i’m so geram because it’s so tedious to get the refund. Have to go all the way to Axcess‘s office at PJ plus the refund time is so inconvenient. Furthermore you can’t get cash refund, just cheque. So blah!

For more info CLICK HERE
.
.
.
For those who had been asking whether i will be joining the Terry Fox run, i just want to say i hope so. If EatAllYouCanShung doesn’t have to rush off to work on that day for some emergency *like he always do, i will definitely be going.

Will post a shoutout on Twitter if i’m there. So say hi to me if u recognize me !

I learnt how to swim

• after 3 trips to the pool
• in total less than 6 hours
• without proper swimming attire
• without goggles
• without nose clips
• without a floating board
• without a coach! ( got lar from someone who just learned how to swim himself -_-”)

My swimming attire – East India halter top (it’s not a swimming suit!), pasar malam shorts!

My lousy EatAllYouCanShung coach

My equally lousy BlurryHunniee synchronize swimming partner *yeah right!

I figured that i’m so fickle minded that i would quit after 1 trip to the pool. I didn’t wanted to waste getting a swimming suit or other swimming stuffs. *wakaka. But i proved myself wrong! Now on my 4th trip, i could swim almost half the pool! *don’t jeer me lar. Half pool also very keng liao ok!

Champion! I’m da MAN…oops…i mean WOMAN! Hi fi!! Uhm… chest bump anyone?

Panties anyone?

While the military in Myanmar continues to hunt and imprison those who took part in the recent anti-regime demonstration, women in several countries had been sending their panties to Myanmar embassies. All this thanks to the superstitious nature of the military especially the junta general who thinks that any contacts with women’s panties would drain off their power. *idiots in uniform!

Don’t mess with us panties!

Unbelievable isn’t it? Superstitious fools! I read in a book recently that women in Myanmar are regarded as a lowly gender. You could see for yourself the evident of their extreme superstition from the many many pagodas scattered around Myanmar. They believe that building pagodas could prevent them from being reborn as a woman which they regard equivalent to a dog! *WTF WTF!!! Super WTF!!

More like super-woman-nerd…

I’m gathering dirty-panties right now. Someone gimme the embassy’s address. Women counter-strike!