Last Thursday was supposed to be my “day off” eating…and then my family decided to go to PappaRich, a Malaysian chain that’s opened a branch in the Macquarie Centre since I was last in Sydney. My craving for Malaysian food–more specifically, for Hainanese chicken rice that’s quite popular in South East Asia–is indeed an occupational hazard: one of the Shakespearean films about which I wrote for my recent chapter on “Asian” adaptations is entitled Chicken Rice War, a comic, post-modern take on Romeo and Juliet, wherein the two families run competing chicken rice diners. So yeah, I’ve been craving chicken rice since June, and there’s none to be found in Belfast. Occupational hazard, indeed!
Wendy and I both have too-sweet-teeth (which will eventually render us toothless), so we had to have a Matcha Rocks and Open Sesame to drink ($7.50 each). It came with ice-cream and a spoon–what more needs to be said? :D
As customary of our family outings, we each pick something from the menu. Mum is quite a noodly person (perhaps evidenced by our trip to Chefs Gallery the previous day), so she went for a bowl of that. (Embarrassingly, I don’t recall which–but it wasn’t that good, so isn’t really noteworthy.)