Friday, 30 October 2009
Prestige Magazine keeps it readers abreast of all the going ons in upper crust society. And, low and behold, Mr. Happy and I have just discovered that we are among that crust.
Recognize anyone you know?
No? Well, come a little closer, dah-ling.
Mr. Happy is dangerously close to the fold. He needs to keep a firmer grasp of my coattails!
Friends of ours snagged this copy while holidaying by the sea. For those of you less photographed than I, heed my warning, you never truly appreciate your anonymity until it's gone. Fame can be taxing, but I am confident my relationship with Mr. Happy will remain strong despite this unexpected thrust into the spotlight.
Must dash. Jeeves just walked in with the caviar.
Monday, 26 October 2009
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Mr. Happy and I raised the roof by throwing a dinner party on Friday night.
Chef Happy created a delectable menu of Indian delicacies that included: Chana Masala, Chili Paneer, Palak Rice, Naan, Golbi, Samosa and Dahi vada.
Despite a noticeable lack of enthusiasm in these shots, our guests were duly impressed.
I think one guest is trying to avoid the photo and blend in to the sofa.
Not sure what Diwali is? Don’t let me tell you…let President Obama!
By the way, Saturday was the real Diwali and we went with some friends to Spice of India in the Pavilion. What a MISTAKE!
This dining experience was awful! We ordered their "special" Diwali set menu. They must have meant "it'll take a 'specially long time to get you your food!" We were there THREE HOURS.
The portions for four people were criminally small and the service was abysmal. No one filled our water glasses (despite repeatedly asking), it took more than 30 minutes to fill our drink order, no one ever cleared dirty plates between courses (despite our requesting this THREE times), and they ran out of certain items though, as I mentioned, we'd ordered them three hours beforehand. Actually, to be honest, we ordered the day before because they asked if we would be having the Diwali menu when we made our reservation. No excuse.
It was such a disappointment as we were looking forward to have a nice Diwali meal and they had advertised they could provide one. They told us they were shorthanded, but there were 5 waiters and 2 "managers" and only 5 tables of people. From our experience, I'd guess maybe no one was working in the kitchen.
Most of the time the waiters stood around gossiping and texting and ignoring our requests. They seemed to have a system where they could only do one single job. So if I asked one waiter to clear my table he wouldn't do it. He'd claim he'd ask someone else to do it. I actually didn't see a single table cleared of its dirty dishes and glasses the entire night and we were the last to leave. I should have taken a photo. One waiter was just sitting on a box popping bubble wrap!? Come on people! Get with the program! You definitely lost me as a customer and I won't bring Mr. Happy back either! We should have stayed home and eaten leftovers...
Sunday, 18 October 2009
First and foremost, Mr. Happy celebrated his birthday!
The years march onward for Mr. Happy but who would know??? We kicked off the day with a glass of fresh juice.
Made with his new birthday juicer!!! This thing sucks downs whole apples. (What a great gift idea MerBear!)
This will be a healthy year for Mr. Happy...starting tomorrow. Today, we celebrate with decadent eats!
Our dinner plans began in reverse order. We went across the street to Delicious.
Here we ordered up a big slice of mango cheesecake.
From there, we cabbed it down to Changkat Bukit Bintang to Frangipani. This is supposed to be the tres best French bistro in KL.
The dining room is quite chic with tables set up around a central water feature.
We both went for the three course tasting menu. Here’s a look at some of our treats. Apologies in advance for the fuzzy pics.
Our amuse bouche:
A complimentary starter. Mine was of the chicken variety.
Mr. Happy's was of the potato variety.
The first course.
For Mr. Happy: Mozzarella, zucchini, aubergine, and tomato jelly with ratatouille coulis
Crab and Prawn bisque with crab quenelles, prawns poached in beurre noisette with a trail of Italain lemon oil. This was DELICIOUS!
Second course: Truffle spiked confit pigeon ravioli with sage caper beurre noisette and "egg yolk". This was pretty rich.
Corsican brocciu stuffed beetroot ravioli with fresh and dried tomato slices in olive oil (beets are one of the only foods I-do-not-eat!)
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Monday, 12 October 2009
All this wedding hoopla makes me reminisce about my own wedding (& Mr. Happy's of course). I thought I'd share a beautiful little video from our special day. Enjoy!
Friday, 9 October 2009
They have a river.
And a pond!
There were terrific eats, but I was busy babysitting and forgot to photograph.
Mr. Happy got his feet wet.
As well as his whistle.
Great weather. Great people. Great day.
So officials said, “No, this beer concert cannot happen!” Whoa, Hey Mama, Where is the Love?
So lots of people got mad. So the officials said, “This beer concert can happen, but Muslims can’t attend!” Shut up!
So then the kids of the officials got mad. So then the officials said, “This beer concert can happen, but beer cannot be drunk inside the concert area.”
What a bunch of Monkey Business.
This meant: 1) You had to be scanned to see if you were a Muslim.
2) We had to wait in a reallllly long line to get some beer. Mr. Happy bought everyone in our group two.
But then Mr. Happy got his hands on a VIP pass! This meant free beer. But actually, it’s hard to drink a lot of Guinness.
I can’t imagine these kids ever finished this mountain of suds.
Before we knew it the concert started. We guzzled the rest of our Guinness (choke!) and headed out into the crowd. Malaysians are great. We just had to say “Sorry!” “Excuse me!” a few times and suddenly we were up front!
I Gotta Feeling, that tonight’s gonna be a good good night!
Friday, 2 October 2009
We were lead by a guide named Mr. T.
No. Not that Mr. T.
When he wasn’t leading or enjoying folk music, he practiced for a big slingshot competition he’d entered.
He needs the practice.
Our trek started out, as all good treks do, with us finding ourselves on the backs of elephants.
Luckily, we brought some treats which we shared with the elephants after Mr. Happy had eaten his fill.
Our arms were ill-equipped to feed the hungry beasts. Our bananas kept falling short and landing on our elephant’s head, making him look the fool!
We soon discovered that a bunch of bananas does not stretch far when trying to curb the hunger of a two ton animal. Some elephants don’t know when to say when.
The next part of our trek included us rafting down a river in a bamboo raft a la Huck Finn. Unfortunately, we couldn’t take our cameras along for this portion. But we looked a lot like this:
Enjoying the local cuisine, fiancees?
Following lunch it was time to visit a small Karin village. This is where they tried to lure us to buy woven goods we didn’t need.
More interesting than the textiles, though, were the terrifying animals living inside the village.
We hiked through some rice paddies.
And emerged at a waterfall.
We were sweaty and tired. The temperature on the day was approaching 104 degrees. But, like a true Englishman, Mr. Happy craved nothing more than a nice, piping hot cuppa tea.
Our last adventure for the day was a rubber rafting trip down the river. This was when an unfortunate incident occurred. As Mr. Happy walked over a bridge carrying our boat, the bridge collapsed! Once again we were not able to bring our cameras, but this should give you an idea.
He got away with only some hurt toes. Too much tea, Mr. Happy? We then climbed into our raft for a leisurely drift downriver.
We did it!
Before we knew it we were back in KL.
Loppy Lou and I went out for some quick pampering.
Then it was time for them to pack up.
And ship out.
We miss you Tex and Loppy Lou! Come back soon…honeymoon perhaps???