I sincerely, in fact, I honestly and really wish I can banish some of our Indian norms, rituals, religious and cultural beliefs, bench marked by our ancestors. Look, I am in no way at all questioning our preserved and respected for the longest time Indian cultural heritage, but seriously, some of our Indian beliefs, mind you, is money running ruining us. The Indians, who else. The worst, one of the worst among the worst I believe is this gold giving custom. Gold? Yes gold. Gold. Indians, god save them, are somehow still glorifying gold when there's other more meaningful things in life. Anyway, I really don't care what fellow and family Indians glorify, but when we are directly and indirectly pressured to give gold for specific occasions, I not only feel like knocking my head against the "university of hard knocks", I think I should also knock those who are still strongly and proudly standing tall by this gold giving matter. Tell me about it? Tell me please. Nephews get married, we must give gold, nieces "age attend", get your gold ready, nieces give birth, gold again, I can go on and on, on which other occasion we Indians must give gold. Of course, really, one up for you or all the better if you can give the biggest heavy gold ring or chain, I bet, you will be looked up at by your siblings, uncles and aunties, as though you are the richest Indian in Malaysia.
My question now is, what happens if we can’t afford? What? Beg, borrow or steal? I have already concluded that there's no point trying to put sense into the brains of our pride and proud Indian husbands. Don't waste your time Indian ladies, as long as our money is spared for the gold buying, we better shut our mouth. Precisely. I, honestly, to tell you the truth, find it really hard to keep my big mouth shut, but for the sake of my Indian love, I accompanied my other half-half to Tomei Subang Parade. Glitter gold bought, gold is not cheap anymore believe me, thereafter, out of Subang Parade and into Mozer’s spacious, stylish, neat and clean inside dining area. Taking a seat across where the food counter is, later, we decided that sitting outside, though not so close to the kebab stand, seemingly is a better option instead of being amongst the lunch time crowd.
In the quickest moment, the moment we sat, menu came by and while we were deciding between the ample choices, a long list indeed, we were also open to the suggestion from the pleasant, humble and unselfishly smiling staff. Eventually, we called for Kamsah Lamb Rice, Hommous with Lamb & Arabic Bread, Baklava for my anger sweet treat and Mint Hot Tea.
Aladdin and his wonderful lamp mint tea came cruising soon, I just so love, always, love this whole Arabian style of drinking tea (Bedouin Arabian Cuisine, Taman Tun). Poured from the attractive beautiful kettle and into the small glass, minty tea indeed poured an overwhelming love into our throat once we took tiny sips of it.
My Hommous with Pita Bread meal started within the next 5 minutes, my other half-half on the other hand had to wait for another 10 minutes before he tucked into Kamsah Lamb Rice. Touted as the brother or sister to the other Levantine Arab dip of Baba Ganoush, Hommous/Hummus made with chickpea, olive oil, garlic, tahini, lemon juice and salt was diviners. This mushy, thick and akin a butter melt spread or dip by itself, just like that, tasted delicious, of course you should pinch and dip the fluffy fresh Arabic Bread Pita Bread into Hommous. Great. Tender lamb pieces in a mild dark sauce at the heart of Hommous must be praised as well. Just the kind of meal that kept me going as I slowly and surely finished 3/4 of it.
Tomato soup paired with Kabsah Rice Lamb however didn't go down well on my other half-half. I tasted a spoonful, I couldn't agree more that this cold watery soup, tasting slightly spicy is just plain boring. On the contrary, Kabsah Rice Lamb, a traditional national dish of Saudi Arabia, made with long grain rice, spices and I think saffron or maybe turmeric powder, atop with succulent, slightly dry lamb pieces and coming with it, a separate serving of plain curry, fared quite well. Not bad. An appetizing wholesome filling meal.
Baklava started me off happily, but subsequent mouthful confirmed that its a state-mate. As if made like, a couple of weeks ago, and not stored properly, puff pastry has lost its crispiness. Even the cardamom scented, not overly sweet chopped nuts filling was stale. I knew it. I can definitely touch that baklava was old stock. What a waste!
Our dining experience in Mozer's may have not been the best fit or a perfect one, still, food was not a letdown, customer service must be saluted and RM65.00 I think is pretty reasonable in such a Middle Eastern, Arabic, Mediterranean restaurant.
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