Friday, September 24, 2010

Things we had to put up with... for good food...

We thought we experienced horrible service from this plumb waitress in this shop known for its beef noodles and its queue systemusing number-bearing cards. It is a Chinese shop with a Malay name like 'Mahkota' and it is near the site which used to be Yau Tet Shin market.

Just imagine getting stared at when we asked about the system of ordering. I could not help feeling sheepish under the circumstances, reminiscent of what Oliver got when he asked for 'more'. The crowd has dwindled since its heyday and I bet it was because of its unusual system which seems presumptuous of expecting large crowds, and its unfriendly service. That was one night when in Ipoh when the restaurant we wanted to go to happened to be closed.

Today, before noon, my wife suggested that we try this famous Indian shop which was featured in The Star (I think) and that it has opened a branch in another part of Ipoh. I was to wait for her while she did her rounds of errand somewhere in Tronoh. It was past 2.00 pm when she got back, giving excuses like the dressmaker must be lonely, got chatting with a friend who asked about her vintage car, and chatted with another when she returned her recipe book.

The Indian stall within a Chinese coffee shop (Yong Suan) is at Jalan Yang Kalsom, near the police station. To be sure of a parking space, where better than where people shun - near where there were a few funeral parlours! A fleet of vehicles bearing the same 2223 got me wondering why the need for the figure '3' when dealing with dead people.

Anyway, despite almost 3.00 pm when we reached the stall, the shop was still crowded and there was a queue at the food counter. Again, typical of a shop which is popular, there is no service to speak of. A glum looking Indian man who would not answer my question of 'Is that chicken curry?' When my wife asked about vegetables (there was none in sight), he used his plastic covered hand to grab a few pieces of cucumber and dump on her dish! Not a word was uttered. Again, we felt sheepish like Oliver.

Earlier I had suggested an Indian restaurant in Batu Gajah, but my wife said she wish to try out this one featured in the papers. Well, I would not go there again on purpose. I still prefer comfort and friendly service over much hyped delicious food with indifferent service. We chose to go there supposedly at a time when it was off peak, yet the crowd was there and the service sucked.
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