I was so excited! We rarely see, these days, in KL, Charcoal stoves…
So, you can imagine my happiness at seeing the cinders fly from the WOK of Mr. and Mrs. Wong.
Amazing Hokkien mee… a hard act to beat! There are a few charcoal fried noodle places still in existance, now a days, but they are few and far between.
A cacophony of dissonant sounds and laughter fill this crazy corner shop.. and we begin our long, long wait for the Hokkien Mee.
You see the uncle with the CIGAR? How mad is that.. I hope he doesn’t get ASH in my food.. (erm.. like am I the only one who noticed?! )
But for a crazy, cigar chugging ole man.. he sure speaks perfect English.
As in Queen’s.
Well there you go… killing 30 minutes with Grey’s.
Finally, when we think we’ve had it with the Aunties yelling and telling their crazy jokes and laughing in their crazy high pitched voices…
The Hokkien Mee appears!
AS IF we’d give it back. We waited bloody ages. It’s like 11.20pm now, by their clock… and we got there at 10.30pm.
Wow! What can I say…
For RM5.. the plate is HUGE! And the taste is fantastic! Fat where it should be fat, Lardy where it should be lardy, Chewy where it should be chewy.
And with that amazing CHARCOAL flamed taste and “wok hei” coming through…
Worth the wait i tell ya:)
They crack me up. Really:D
Oh.. and since they were so gung-ho about advertising this local beer, Jaz, we decided to try it.
Not bad la for RM5… went well with the Hokkien Mee (but i suppose any beer would go down well with hokkien mee). Sweet after taste. A little like Skol.
At 12am, this place was finally starting to slow down…
I don’t know what it is about these “no name” haunts, that give it a NAME! Ironic innit?
I am a FAN .. i truly am