I've always liked the rojak at the New World coffee shop. The stall's name is Majestic Rojak, and it used to be located in front of the now non-operating Majestic cinema. But, after reading The Dining Explorer's review on a particular rojak stall, I was determined to hunt the place down and try it myself since in the photo attached I saw a bag of lime (add slices of lime peel to the rojak for a refreshing taste). And then I forgot about it. Oops ...
Last Saturday I wanted to have char siew (barbequed pork) from the Cecil Street ("chit tiau lor") market, and then suddenly I remembered the rojak stall. Both stalls should be around the same area, so why not kill 2 birds with 1 stone? Woo-hoo!
I sms-ed my 2 friends, LL and GK.
GK: I also don't know. Why don't you ask LL?
LL: "something something something" (I'll explain this later)
I was driving out of a restaurant when I received a call from LL, following her sms. After telling her that I don't really understand her directions in the sms, and her telling she couldn't really explain either, she tried further to direct me. Finally I said "okay, i think I know", we hung up and I still didn't know. I looked back at her sms and realized I had accidentally delete it (hence the "something something something"). Crap!
No matter. I drove to the Cecil Street market first. All the char siew stalls weren't open that day. Double crap! Now I really must find this place. But how? Before this, I already had a feeling that this rojak stall should be somewhere 'there'. So I decided to drive past this traffic lights and into a flats area. Viola! The rojak stall was just there. But before I could actually park my car and get down to buy, I experienced something really bad that most probably spoiled my image of the rojak, and the area in general. I drove past the stall, and was looking for parking. There was a turning to my left, so I turned. A car behind me was honking loudly, then overtook me and SWOOSH in to park at an available spot. I saw another parking space so I put on the signal, switched to reverse gear and was ready to reverse in when ... another car came from behind and took that spot. These bl**dy $%*(&#@#!!! I drove around a bit and found a nice little SHADED spot.
So, grump ol' me trotted down the road (leaving my mom and Rachel to rest), got to the stall and made my order. Normal proce RM4, extra cuttlefish ("joo hoo") RM6. I saw a bag of limes, and I got excited again. But when the seller had finished cutting and packing, there was still no sight of the lime ... "don't tell me she wants to charge extra for lime as well???" AHEM. "err, aunty? ... do I need to pay extra for the lime too?" The aunty looked at me and said "The lime juices are inside the paste already" CHEH ...
So what's my verdict? The rojak tasted okay, but I wouldn't say it's "the best". I missed the good ol' fruits that rojak should have - pink guava. Instead I got pickled/raw papaya (can't tell for sure). And I'd say leave out the satay shrimps - they made the sauce almost sickly sweet.
Go here for a map of the area
Monday, February 18, 2008
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