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The first impression of it was, ‘not another HongKong Cha Can Ting’, with a dodgy promotional discount on ice lemon tea with every set meal. Usually I am not easily impressed with such concept of Kim Gary and the like. Yet this was somehow similar in many aspects, and different in some. Wrice features rice as its specialty. I know, it’s very banal to begin with.
After sitting through for like twn minutes, i felt claustrophobic… by the items in the restaurant. From furnitures to decor to the glass my ice lemon tea was served in - stapled with the four letter word. Nothing close to F*** or S***. Does IKEA sounds familiar? I swear to you that I was about to search for a catalogue under the table!
Even with the over-exposed single-brand itemization, it was nonetheless as soothing atmosphere to sit in, with enough lighting for a cam whore and a head-to-toe critic. Sadly, with the knowledge of malaysia’s weather, they tend to forget how slippery it can get with tiles when it rains. Maybe the tiles is there for a reason - so that at least if you can’t sue the quality of food, you can sue for physical injury.
A pleasant service with unexpected recommendation - the lady who took our order was at least enthusiastic about her work (which is very rare here). We managed to get through the complex menu (which reminded me of a tough exam paper) and gotten our dishes quite soon after.
Food came. Pictures taken (just in case of food poisoning, for documenting purposes). And stomach working extra hard (to digest down the not-so-well-cooked rice). Yes, they can’t even get their specialty right, hence i rather not go on with the rest of the dishes.
I knew the tiles come in handy. Just too bad it didn’t rain that evening.
With that, the next probably would rate much weight in terms of quality (and i must say so in quantity too), but not so with consistency in standard (food and services). Madam Kwan’s prepares nyonya style with an affirmative class.
And then MI:3… a multiple orgasm, intense yet passionate, unbelievable stunts yet not too exaggerating. At least the ending was not like what I thought would be - a white wedding for Tom and Keri. Or maybe it was supposed to be that, but surely the real Mrs Cruise wouldn’t have any of it.
And what is up with Poseidon? GSC Midvalley was having tight security check for its premier, with guards and scanning devices, and what more a counter to temporary confisticate any recording devices (handphones, video or camera). It appeared to be more of a marketing scheme rather than worrying about the special preview being sold at Petaling Street the next day. And since I was watching MI:3, I not only got to keep my camera, but got a shot of the pre-drama of Poseidon.
It’s a wrap!
