the taste of almost

yesterday i came sooo close to the eggs benedict that i've been dying to try. i can almost feel the taste melt in my mouth ....when it was cruelly yanked away from me. bah!

finally, found the time and opportunity to visit jarrods & rawlins, the famous sausage place recommended by cocka to have my drool-inducing treat. people keep telling me of the most delicious breakfast they serve there, so i jumped when a friend suggested to meet there for breakfast. arriving 9.30am, it was the only shop which was not barred by metal shutters in that entire row. anyone who knows the mont' kiara-sri hartamas area well can tell you that the people living here are not early-risers. it's almost impossible for the early birds to find their worms, save for the mamak stalls serving roti canai and the resident 24-7 macdonalds. probably what they did before you move into the area was to make you attend a compulsory briefing to ascertain whether you are an early or late riser. sorry, you wake up at 6am on a weekend? you belong in the kepong district.

u-turning back to the story, i walked into the place and approached the only breathing soul there. wearing a rather apologetic face, he informed me that they only open around 10-ish. with a pout and a 'huh?', sadly, i walked out again and waited for friends by the side, hoping against hope that by the time my friends arrive, the shop will be open (yes, my friends are typical malaysians with watches that don't quite work and a sense of punctuality that stinks. hehe. i get to take a dig at them here. the joy of having a blog). when they finally did, and it wasn't lunchtime yet thank goodness, with the power of three we whined a little until the man finally seated us. actually, he was really sweet and upon seeing us, or rather cute little me, return, he immediately offered to sit us. until his chef arrives. that's good, i can wait. i don't mind waiting a little for my eggs benedict. yes, didn't forget my goal.

the first thing after hitting the seat with my bum was to grab the menu and flip through its pages for the word 'eggs benedict'. there!! on page...i don't know. yes!! looking closer were the words 'only served on saturdays and sundays'. apa macam lah! stupid cocka, why didn't you tell me that. (hehe). i took the menu to the kind gentleman to confirm that i will not be able to order eggs benedict. *sob* yes, though i have absolutely no idea why they will only cook a particular dish on the weekends and not on any other days. also don't understand why they only open the place and serve breakfast at 11am. who eats breakfast at 11am??!! (in this area, i think i'll be surprised!) that way-too-kind man was just reaching for the phone to call his chef. i wonder what he told him...'hey, man, there are a couple of lunatics here who insist on having their breakfast before we even open and obstinately refuse to go to any other place. i think you better get down here before their hunger pangs strike and they burn the place in protest. hurry, man! one of them has that crazy shiny look in her eyes'.

without the eggs benedict carrot dangling infront of me, we decided not to stay. i wonder what the chef said when he finally arrived, in his hurried half-dressed uniform and uncombed hair, and saw no one sitting there.