Sunday night was our last evening in Seremban (so it wasn’t quite a week like I had thought it was going to be), so of course, we had a huge family meal.
It was from a Chinese restaurant, one of Grandma Choy’s favorites, and we had 3 giant tables of people there to partake in the festivities. There were people I knew, people I just met a few days before and people who Pat didn’t even know in the sea of participants. So, you can imagine the food was plentiful.
Course after course was brought throughout the next couple of hours of some of the most authentic Chinese dishes I’ve ever been served. I thought that some of the meals we got in Sydney were interesting, but boy… they do not stand in the same light as the ones that were created in this restaurant to the likings of Grandma Choy! Please, don’t get me started; let’s just say I could really only fully enjoy about two, along with the red bean soup dessert, but I wasn’t alone at least.It was later explained by Pat’s dad that this type of food — some of the most unique concoctions (fried chicken skin with prawn paste underneath??) — is the type of food that Chinese people would order and eat when trying to impress others.
Fair enough. I’m impressed that our ideas of impressive food are so extremely different.
Overall, it was another truly unique experience on this Malaysian holiday, one that could only be topped off with a stop at a relo’s home so they could all eat durian (ah!).
I forcefully declined the offer. They don’t make signs like this in hotels for no good reason: