The Wordsmith

July 30, 2010

Delizze

Filed under: food — Tags: , , , — The Wordsmith @ 10:44 pm

GermanBread_DelizzeI have a love affair.

With breads.

No, not the usual slightly sweetened white loaf at the local bakery. I’m in love with brown breads, rye breads, herbal breads, sour dough, farmer, focaccia, panini and all breads that are chewy, substantial, heavy and give a gorgeous mouthful.

It’s hard to find real breads like that in this town. But I found a pretty decent source in the form of Delizze up at 101, a pretty big delicatessen that has a decent range of hams and sausages, salads to go, tarty desserts and of course, breads. For the longest time, the Delizze banner hung from the windows of its second floor. Nobody knew what it was going to be and when it would open. Then earlier this year, ta daaaa, fanfare and full speed ahead. There it was.

Beyond the breads, desserts and sausage counters is the dining area. Two floors of dining in space plus a large alfresco area on the side of the block (kind of pointless in the day under the tropical heat but I guess it’s ok at night, as long as it doesn’t rain). I finally got the opportunity to sit down and eat there one blazing noon. There were the usual salads, soups of the day, pastas, chicken and meat dishes, starting from RM6.50 and above.

p7221439I decided on the seafood chowder and the RM9.50 hot dog (with the 300g sausage, salad and chips). Sounded good. There was also a salad nicoise, just so I had a reasonable range from the menu to do a preliminary review.

My take for the dine-in experience: a subdued 4 out of 10. I expected better from an establishment of Delizze’s stature and calibre. The seafood chowder was a little on the watery side, the hot dog was overrated  and the salad nicoise was…well, mundane. Most of all, everything was a little too heavy on the salt. The service was friendly enough, but attentiveness bordered on non-existent.

Don’t get me wrong. I still love the breads. The pastries and desserts still look tempting; the takeaway sandwiches and salads look pretty good and the hams look delectable. All the more reason for my disappointment in my dine-in experience.

I haven’t had the experience myself, but I hear that more than two people have made constructive comments about the dine-in food and received less-than-friendly retorts from the management. Oh well. For now, I’m just sticking to getting my breads from there.

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SkyI’m in the midst of tweaking and updating my website contents. There’s been very refreshing changes in the development of The Wordsmith in the last few months. In the meantime, do visit my other blog Cynful Words on Blogger. I’m updating my posts to that site temporarily. I’ll be back in full force over here very soon!

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July 28, 2010

A Waterfall, A Snake & 3 Watering Holes

Filed under: Adventure — Tags: , , , , , — The Wordsmith @ 6:15 pm

JangkarSo I went to Jangkar two Sundays ago. It’s this incredibly beautiful waterfall an hour away from town. There aren’t many untarred roads left so close to the city. Rumbling along untarred and be-pebbled roads for long stretches bring me back to the days when my family would rent a van or minibus to go the unsullied sands of Siar Beach. On occasion, mum would even bring her TV along. I swear that’s true.

My days of constant jungle-trekking are pretty much over, or at least dormant. So I was only prepared for a mid-range 4-hour trek at most. But a relatively easy 55 minutes later on a mild up-slope, the waterfall sang its thunderous song of water and rock right in front of me.

The day was overcast. A light drizzle cooled the walk down nicely. And the water was refrigerator cold. As with most of my forays into the forest, it was a bunch of guy friends and me. Ah Huat and I ended up on one end of waterfall and sat there just taking it all in.

At first, I thought it was just sandflies, or any one of 1001 elements that make you scratch your skin when you’re in the great outdoors. And then Ah Huat gave a manly shriek (it was manly, but still a shriek nonetheless).

I looked down and there was the tail end of a rather stubby brown snake, the skin glistening in the water. It was between the fold of my knee and the rock I was reclining on.  Quite calmly, I moved my leg to let it past. It decided not to. But made like it was going to do a u-turn. Ah Huat shrieked again (in the same manly manner). That got me quite panicky by then. I stood up to let the snake past. And started to slip down the rock I was on.

That was it. I could either smack back down on my backside and sit on the snake or I could jump back in the water and swim for my life.

I swam for my life, closely followed by a panicky Ah Huat.

I’ve checked since. No double-pronged mark on my body. Still alive and kicking. The snake is probably recounting the story of its close encounter with hippo-like humans to its friends right now.
We took a different route back which involved a lot of clambering over giant boulders in bare feet, rolling our backsides on some red ants (my sincere apologies to the ants – we had to do it or risk getting bitten and falling off the boulder).
I found it exhilarating, all that clambering. There were all in all 3 water holes that we dipped ourselves in. A pretty perfect day out, snake and all.

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