The beautiful, the confusing, and the ... yuck!

Ladies and gentlemen,

Preeeeesentingggggggg ... The Sire Museum Restaurant!

Okay, you may wonder what's up with the title of my post. In all fairness, the serving staff were really nice and accommodating, the building truly beautiful and the menu offers a variety of food with a good price range. Let me share my experience here with you.

I came across this restaurant when I was reading a few food blogs. So, when a friend, M, offered to treat me and another friend, J, I casually mentioned the name of this restaurant, and it turned out that J had heard about it, too. In fact, J's colleague had tried the food here and highly recommended that we try it. And so we did.

The beautiful.

This place looked so tiny in front, that I was taken aback when I realized ... man, this is a big place!

Spiralling stairway in the "museum"

Interesting walkway. If the weather's really hot, just jump right into the pool of water

Many nooks and corners for hidden treasures

The confusing.

None of the staff there were Malaysians. Or maybe it was just that particular day. Either way, my friends and I had a difficult time understanding what the waiter was saying. J asked about a certain fish dish that mentioned "rice" on the menu, but the waiter insisted they don't serve rice. Anyway, it worked out in the end because J didn't want the rice. Then, we ask a waitress about the museum opening hours. We could see (and hear) that she had said a whole lot of stuff, but we only got "10.30". I assumed they close at 10.30pm.

Complimentary garlic bread. This is tasty.

The ... yuck!

This is my order, also known as "the ... yuck!" portion of the program.

This lemograss chicken was cooked medium rare. And I didn't realize until J pointed it out. I cut a thick piece for her to taste. Her piece was almost full rare. I started on the thinner side of the portion, and noticed something different but didn't say anything because 1) I thought it was the effect of the lemograss, and 2) I didn't think something like this would happen to a fine dining place. When I showed the uncooked meat to the waiter, he was very apologetic and immediately went to change to a new one for me. Unfortunately, in his quest to make sure that the chicken was really cooked this time, he (or the kitchen staff) over nuked the whole plate. The end result: the chicken was very well cooked, but the side dishes were burnt. And to be frank, I was already feeling all sorts (picture of raw chicken pieces swimming in my stomach came to mind) and could not continue to enjoy my food.

M made the best choice. This is caramelized snapper.

J's choice was good, too. Poached(?) snapper.

Still pretending to enjoy myself (M was treating, after all), I said okay to sharing a dessert. This is brownie with vanilla ice cream. The brownie was warm and not too sweet, so it blendly nicely with the ice cream. But it did little to sooth my sotmach and over-imaginative mind.

I avoided chicken (and the mention of chicken) for a week.