Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Kuala Lumpur, Day 5 – Eeeeat.

I’ve decided to retire tonight without washing my hands, mostly because I still smell dinner on them.

Tonight our ragtag crew of three visited a street called Jalan Alor where you can buy a small feast for a paltry sum. Hawkers try very hard for you to stop at their joint, which usually includes a few tables set in front of their open-air kitchens. Everybody eats outside—tonight, we were attended to by at least half a-dozen people. Our meal consisted of, well, whatever our new friend Derik ordered for us. I’ll never recall the proper names of any of the things I ate, largely because I never saw the names of them in the first place. They're not all that important. We did, however, eat some satay (chicken and beef skewered on a stick, served up with a side of spicy peanut sauce), some huge buttered king prawns, the greatest chicken wings I’ve ever eaten in my 33 years, some fat, slurpy noodles, some kind of spicy green veggie concoction, some sort of battered chicken dish and—oh yes—a bunch of frogs in a pot. Those ended up tasting like chicken and came with prizes inside: bones. Armed with just chopsticks and finger-lickin’ good fingers, we plowed through enough food to fill our table for just over $30.


Visited a park that had a few barren mangosteen trees in it, about 30 minutes outside of the city. In short order, we learned it was closed on Monday. Due to a very persuasive driver, however, and a tip of what amounted to about, oh, $6.50, we were allowed inside to do our business. Took some photos and shook off some ants on speed and ate a bag full of the fruit in the process. Like eating candy, it was. If you’ve never come across the fruit, I’d encourage you to seek it out and proceed to eat as many of them as you can stomach in a sitting. I guarantee it’ll be some kind of a religious experience for you.

Though some will swear it’s out of season, we found scads of the fruit in a market this evening. I have a kilo to eat before Wednesday afternoon, which I won’t have a problem doing. I did convince Dallas to pick up a Saran-wrapped sample of durian, though, which I hope he forgives me for. It’s the “tastes like heaven, smells like hell” fruit that you can smell from half a block away. Personally, I think it smells like death.

4 comments:

Cindy said...

I love that mangosteen fruit. I remember when I first had it in Bali. Sooooooo good.

plainoldsarah said...

do you really want dallas eating that durian around you? if it tastes good you should be the one eating it.

Dainon. said...

Dallas eats the durian alone. If the hotel knew we had it in here, they'd likely send us out on our ears (so to speak). I eat mangosteens and mangosteens alone.

Angie said...

I LOVE DURIAN. People say it smells like gasoline- I say it smells like stinky heaven.

And tastes like it too.