Head-hunting Curry Fish
Who would want to eat steaming hot curry fish head in such sweltering weather? Turns out we did. And all the way to Kinta Road in search of the famed Soon Heng Fish head Curry we went. As I stood in front of the map in the MRT station trying to figure out which direction we should be headed, I tilted my head to one side, trying to rotate the damn confuddling map in my head. And he reached over with a hand, patted my tilted head and guided my head to rest on his shoulder. That moment captured in a mental picture reminded me of why I loved him. Because we're so great together.
Too hot too hot, we were perspiring buckets by the time we walked from Little India MRT to Kinta, where Farrer Park station was apparently nearer to. Doh. And just as we eagerly rounded the corner to see the big signboard of Soon Heng, we also saw them scrubbing the floors, bowls stacked away neatly after what must have been the dismemberment of hundreds of fishes. Uh. So they're closed? Already? B..butbutbut it's only 3pm! Not wanting this trip to be wasted, we backtracked to consider the tens of shops advertising curry fish head as their specialty, finally settling for Muthu's, since it's one of the more renowned ones.
The interior resembles that of a French Indo-Chine restaurant. Almost posh, almost exquisite but not quite there, and a bit tacky. And nothing comes free there: White rice costs you $1.50 per serving, no ice water but (in what I can only assume to be a North Indian accent) Mineral water one dollar, you want?, so we settled for lime juice. Since we're paying, why not get something better? Other than serving the most expensive rice I've ever had, they also served up rather disappointing curry fishhead for $18. First off, it was luke warm. Curry should be steaming hot and thick as all good food should be. Muthu's was luke-warm, thick and salty. But all in all it was still a rather satisfying meal, it's like psychological comfort for having come all the way.
After feeling like we've been ripped off at lunch, we proceeded to Mustafa's where we gawked at the large array of goods on display. You name it, they got it. You know the shelves of cereal and milk and detergent in Cold Storage, the ridiculous extent of range Mustafa's offers can be encapsulated in this: imagine one shelf of equal length as those in Cold Storage holding razor blades and shaving creams of all shapes and sizes to suit your shaving needs. This was consumer sovereignty at its best.
It was like we travelled to a different country. Or at least it felt that way.
Too hot too hot, we were perspiring buckets by the time we walked from Little India MRT to Kinta, where Farrer Park station was apparently nearer to. Doh. And just as we eagerly rounded the corner to see the big signboard of Soon Heng, we also saw them scrubbing the floors, bowls stacked away neatly after what must have been the dismemberment of hundreds of fishes. Uh. So they're closed? Already? B..butbutbut it's only 3pm! Not wanting this trip to be wasted, we backtracked to consider the tens of shops advertising curry fish head as their specialty, finally settling for Muthu's, since it's one of the more renowned ones.
The interior resembles that of a French Indo-Chine restaurant. Almost posh, almost exquisite but not quite there, and a bit tacky. And nothing comes free there: White rice costs you $1.50 per serving, no ice water but (in what I can only assume to be a North Indian accent) Mineral water one dollar, you want?, so we settled for lime juice. Since we're paying, why not get something better? Other than serving the most expensive rice I've ever had, they also served up rather disappointing curry fishhead for $18. First off, it was luke warm. Curry should be steaming hot and thick as all good food should be. Muthu's was luke-warm, thick and salty. But all in all it was still a rather satisfying meal, it's like psychological comfort for having come all the way.
After feeling like we've been ripped off at lunch, we proceeded to Mustafa's where we gawked at the large array of goods on display. You name it, they got it. You know the shelves of cereal and milk and detergent in Cold Storage, the ridiculous extent of range Mustafa's offers can be encapsulated in this: imagine one shelf of equal length as those in Cold Storage holding razor blades and shaving creams of all shapes and sizes to suit your shaving needs. This was consumer sovereignty at its best.
It was like we travelled to a different country. Or at least it felt that way.
The recovering alcholic raved at 1:08 AM
2 Comments:
dang now i have a craving for fish head curry. cow. and why on earth do they close at 3pm.
-j
For everyone else who's interested. They open at 11am and close whenever they run out of fish heads. I guess for that day it was 3pm. so that's how good business is. Soon Heng Fish Head is located at 39 Kinta Road, right at the junction of Kinta Road and Race course road, you can't miss it. Or if you know where Muthu's is, it's about 3 shops down. and it's near Mustafa's too!
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