We enjoyed a steamboat dinner last night .... a meal that is supposed to symbolise family togetherness .
I shouldn't have eavesdropped but the family next to us , the dad especially, he spoke so loudly and clearly , I can let on , on what the sisters grumbled about after they were finished .
Warning : long winded post . Read at your own perile .
The Dad , a man in his 50s was ecstatic that his family was finally there with him. His 2 daughters , looked Caucasian mix , wife a tanned Serani and son who looked like Dad , more Chinese.
They were hosting Dad's buddy and Dad started reminiscing about the old Sia Boey and what glorious street kitchens were available back then.
When the waitress arrived, he asked for Soya Bean , which tells me that he no doubt may be a Penang kia but he has obviously been rooted in KL for a long time already .
Just as the waitress started pouring soup into the receptacle, he gleefully told them how good this soup stock was going to get.
At this point I sneaked a peek at the 2 sisters who looked rather disgusted as the luxurious meal Dad was salivating over , turned out to be a bowl of hot water with ingredients that you would have to cook yourself .
One girl dragged herself up and tossed all of the vermicelli beehoon into the soup.
I cringed at the outcome.
Surprisingly , to the good natured friend , eating machine son and nostalgic Dad , that did not matter . The wife nibbled while the girls , both above 18 ,I presume, bristled with a WTH vibe .
Soon enough the meal ended . Dad satiated, son who is going to be even roly polier than before , mum who looked like she did not enjoy this one bit and the friend who kept up appearances....these 4 headed to the car .
The 2 sisters lingered on for the watermelon platter which came at the end of the meal .
After one muttered something inaudible , the other one stood up and declared to all within earshot in the room
" We're from England and we don't eat these things "
" We're English "
Of course you are dears.
But that was totally uncalled for and I wish you had the guts to tell your Dad that in his face and not vent out your frustrations to other diners, just because you had the worse meal ( hint : beehoon ) than we could even muster out of boiling hot water .
There is a science to a successful steamboat experience but sadly it was lost on these 2.
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