Food Found, Food Rejected

The other day I was at an eatery so amazing, it merits a long-unawaited blog post. As you know, it has been over a month since I last posted anything, so this place must be quite astounding.

I use flowery words like "amazing" and "astounding", but that doesn't mean the place I went to, was any good. In fact, I would not recommend that place to any of my dear friends. Pretty much like the spaghetti shoppe near my college, it is an interesting concept that has ventured into the bizarre. I am referring, of course, to Paddington's House of Pancakes, to be found at the basement of the underground passage between old and new MidValley Megamall.

Oh sure laugh, but your guffaws only shows your ignorance in the matter. What could be so wrong about a shop that specialises in pancakes?

I'll start from the beginning, since it is a far more obvious choice and would make much more sense then if I were to start from the ending. There's the weird decor. Classic marble on one side, decorated with Chinese angpows and posters. Coffee-shop style wood with mirrored inlay on the other side. Red Italian leather seats that clash with the sturdy stone tables. I cannot recall the colour of the floor, but it was reminiscent of vomit, I think.

The menus arrived, after much difficulity. The waitress was positively struggling under the weight of the leather-bound food catelogues. I don't blame her. I could barely lift the menu myself. It offered a wide range of pancake-related dishes, but only found after the company profile, director's letter, etc. It would not be uncommon for someone to mistake it for an investment portfolio, or their annual company finances.

The waiter wore a large gold sign with the words, "I AM NEW" written accross it. I wonder how new do you have to be to be considered new in a restaurant that only opened a week ago. Go figure.

The food, it was good. The price, outrageous. I am never setting foot in there again.

That is of course, a friend wanted to go there, then who am I to oppose?