From Clay Pot to Porcelain Pot
Today, my friend Kenny was down in Melb for work again, so we arranged to meet for lunch. I thought we’d go check out the new “Claypot King” place in Swanston St that I noticed when Louis and I were shopping the other day.
It was crap. Don’t. bother. going.
Apart from there being more staff than customers (although very few of them seemed to be doing any work), their food was absolutely crap.
Kenny had a Tofu and 3-Layer Pork claypot, and he reported it was rather tasteless and dry.
I thought i’d lay off the rice for awhile, so I ordered a Chicken and Mushroom noodle sizzle platter.
When it arrived, it wasn’t sizzling. The plate didn’t even need the wooden thing it was so not-hot. Also, since when do you use fucking boiled hokkien noodles in this kind of dish? What kind of brainless twat cook do they employ!? Singapore Noodles.. like, hello!
So I had hokkien noodles, combined with two halved mushrooms, 7 bits of chicken, 2 bok-choy leaves and way too much watery juice (not sauce/gravy). Suffice to say, it was pretty tasteless, though half an hour later I was having deja-vu of my lunches back in KL, where i’d finish lunch, grab a packet of tissues, and errm.. go for a wander.
On a sidetrack, I might jot down the highlights of my next asia trip (planned for midyear) into some kind of journal.
I’ll call it “From Clay Pot to Porcelain Pot – A white boy’s journey of degustation around Malaysia and Thailand“. It’s got a nice ring to it.. no pun intended.
04.Jan.07 
Bitching, Food, Work
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Hahahaha….“From Clay Pot to Porcelain Pot – A white boy’s journey of degustation around Malaysia and Thailand“ That does sound like an interesting read. Kinda ironic that my nickname back in secondary school was claypot.
At least it wasn’t porta-pot. :swt: