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  • I'm The Ketupat Weaver With Tolerance
    Thursday, October 11 / 22:11
    Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after. And therefore coffee leads men to trifle away their time, scald their lips and spend their money, all for some say a little base, black, thick, nasty, bitter, stinking nauseous puddle water.
    I love coffee-talks still.



    If you're looking for stretchy cheese sticks, Breeks(Taka)! I've heard unenthusiastic reviews of the restaurant, however I didn't avoid it totally. One sole reason because there's not many Halal eat-outs here. Once I stepped my foot in, I was hailed by an overwhelming greetings of welcome. So very "Aye aye captain!" you know. Ambience wise; it's warm, cosy and American-diner like. The open kitchen concept ensured me that no extra ingredients went into my dish; you'll never know the behind-the-scenes acts. Everthing was going on pretty smoothly, except the menu. It's surprisingly small, cute though. On the other side, they have intriguing food names like Buffalo Wings and Chicken Mozzi(mosquitoes or whaaat?) Patties. These food names either made me go, "What is this?" or "That sounds good." Both indicating a good and bad sign. I was prying to know exactly what will be served under those names, unfortunately I had to refer to the waiter as the description of the dish was not given. The aftermath; I was pleased with my Chicken Pattie Melted but not fully contented.

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