Tuesday 12th April
After a manic Monday night in Naughty Nuri's after our last visit to Red Garden to eat we looked forward to our last day in Georgetown. We had secured another night at the discount rate from Booking.com and after another great brunch in our newly found, best ever coffee house (siTigun), we took a walk into town.
It was another hot and sultry day but we were getting used to it now and picked out all the shady spots to stroll; coming across new places and things to see along the way. Eventually we came across a quirky little attraction on Kimberly Street - The Upside Down House.
If you were on the other side of the street you wouldn't even know it was there, like quite a few of Georgetown's attractions. However, once inside (£4.80 each) you walk round a series of galleries where one of the staff takes your camera off you and positions you in various poses. No madam, it's not one of those places!
What you get for your money are some great and unusual pictures of you and whoever, looking like you've walked into a crazy upside down world - it is actually great fun. It's a fabulous concept, now, if only there was stuff to do similar to that where I come from!
After chilling down in one of the shopping centres around Komtar we got some Subway rolls made up for our train journey the following day, got back to the hotel and hit the pool for the rest of the afternoon.
That evening we decided to stick around the Nagore Square area, a couple of minutes stroll from our hotel. Remember our first night here when we couldn't tell if places were open or not. Well, we wanted to dispel that myth and try places out, Amy's Bistro and Pub was our first port of call.
We walked into an empty, dark , long room. Three people sat at the bar, two of them staff, only one understood me. I ordered a Tiger beer, Lynn declined, they didn't do white wine! She wandered out to look for somewhere to eat, I remained, sat on my own watching Malaysian TV - riveting!
After the quickest slug of beer for a long time (army days), I joined Lynn outside. She had come across the place next door that showed promise. A quirkily named eatery called What the Duck. We checked out the menu, looked at each other and said. What the ... let's go in.
We were greeted by a long table full of women, all on a works night out, unlike in Britain though, they were well behaved. I'd eaten duck the night before so just to show willing I went for the Quack Chowder and the Lamb Shank. Lynn chose the Tomato & Basil soup and Plum Stew Duck. Without a doubt these were probably the best two meals we had eaten for a long while. Full of taste and beautifully presented. We forced ourselves to share a pudding and for sheer theatre we chose the perfect dish. Our chocolate and walnut brownie came with duck egg ice cream. It arrived at the table on a wooden block, the waiter then poured over some salted caramel cream and it sizzled in the hot metal dish that held the brownie: everyone in the place gasped - it came right out of the blue.
I congratulated Lynn on finding this place, it had helped to make our last night in town really memorable, all that remained was a quick stroll round the corner to Nuri's then back for an earlyish night in preparation for the ferry to the train in the morning.
No comments:
Post a Comment