Sexy, slender and gelatinous feet of a chick. Braised and served with earthy bites of shiitake mushrooms, a few stalks of Chinese mustard greens and of course, the star of the show; heaps of fresh noodles.
I have been eating noodles more than rice since coming to KL. Not that I have an aversion towards one or the other, but the abundance of shops and stalls selling wantan noodles, beef noodles, pan mee, fish ball noodles got me dizzy from all the extensive choices.
And can’t deny that when you’re not in a large group, ordering dishes with rice sounds kinda silly. Hence, individualized portions are the way to go.
This was last week, when the Witch thought of a late lunch with this Motormouth who’s almost perpetually stuck around Subang area. (hint hint … so now you know where to find me?) A random search on the web found me this not so encouraging review from vkeong on Uncle Seng‘s, and I had doubts. Nevertheless, we soldiered on since Witch has been there, and there were rave reviews on the eatery too. So how did this go?