The Weekend That Was - One For The Books

By Melissa - Monday, December 12, 2016

I’ve been living in KL for a little over a year now (a return since my university days) and I’m embarrassed to admit this - I don’t wander around much in the city during the weekends. Primarily because I work there and have had enough of it during the week (no thanks to you, traffic jams), plus my after-work appointments mostly take place around the area. Come the weekend, I can usually be found in the toasty embrace of my bed or on the other side of town.

However, I am proud to announce that I am now a city gal, through and through. The prestigious induction happened over the weekend and I’m pretty sure I’m still radiating its lustre. 

So….. How does one achieve this coveted status? I’m glad you asked. Here’s how:


1. Spend the night in the heart of the city.


*opens the door to our room at JW Marriott and gapes in awe*




*mutters to myself* So, this is how the other half lives… I’m never checking out. 


2.  Have dinner at one of the prime dining spots in KL.




The weekend that was, was truly a treat, for my senses and palate.

Cinderella arrived in the city (with a flying carriage, no less) and made the executive decision to doll up for dinner. So, we did.

We then met up with two friends at Nobu for our 8pm reservation. And Nobu… It needs no introduction.

The Japanese-Peruvian restaurant is an ardent favourite of many celebrities (Emma Stone, Natalie Portman, Drake, the entire Kardashian/Jenner clan, just to name a few) and this food writer senses a certain Stone-Portman kinship after a fabulous meal here.

When it comes to the delicate art of balancing flavours, Nobu is a masterclass. The fusion of elements was impressive, the service was impeccable - knowledgeable staff, my plate was changed after every dish, my water and wine were thoughtfully topped up throughout the evening - and the freshness of the seafood was outstanding. I am ruined for all else.

What we had:

YELLOWTAIL SASHIMI JALAPENO
An unusual yet genius combination of yellowtail on yuzu soy sauce, topped with razor thin slices of a fiery jalapeño.

My take: An interesting dish that came into existence by accident, the cheeky inclusion of heat from the jalapeño quickly enlivens the milder taste from the yellowtail. Nobu's signature appetiser perfectly sets the tone for the gastronomic experience.


SALMON NEW STYLE SASHIMI
Paper thin salmon slices drizzled with yuzu soy sauce, sprinkled with toasted sesame seeds and gently seared with New Style oil (a combination of olive oil and sesame oil, smoked and poured immediately before serving).

My take: I would have never imagined the pairing of raw salmon with the nutty notes from sesame oil to ever taste so delicious. This dish was the sublime example of breaking the rules to create something legendary.


ROCK SHRIMP TEMPURA
A testament to Nobu’s Japanese-Peruvian marriage of cultures, the sweet rock shrimp is fried in Japanese-style tempura and then, each piece is coated with a sauce made from Chile mayonnaise, yuzu juice and shiitake.

My take: The creamy yet tangy glaze complemented the scrupulously fresh shrimps perfectly. Though simple, how the tempura batter managed to stay scrumptiously crispy after the glorious slathering deserves a huge mention.


SAUTEED SCALLOPS WITH WASABI PEPPER SAUCE
Outrageously fresh scallops, seared, and served in a shallow pool of phenomenal wasabi pepper sauce (minus the sinus-inducing wasabi kick).

My take: The pleasantly firm scallops drew me in, but it was the stunning wasabi pepper sauce that made me go all moony-eyed. No points for guessing, I wiped the plate clean.


IKURA AND UNI SUSHI
Salmon egg and sea urchin sushi, respectively.

My take: Nothing too fanciful here, just sheer seafood satisfaction (alliteration game: strong) and my all-time favourite sushi (uni).


BLACK COD WITH MISO
A plump piece of black cod fillet steeped in sweet miso for up till three days, before being baked in the oven.

My take: I almost weeped tears of joy when I had my first forkful of the miso-marinated slice of haven. The fish was tender, flawlessly flaky and impossible to fault.


CABERNET SAUVIGNON
An absolute gem and a darn good bottle of red.



CHOCOLATE SPHERE
A white chocolate dome protectively housed sake kasu ice cream within it. When the waiter poured the hot chocolate sauce, the red sphere disintegrated into a beautiful mess right before my very eyes and formed an alluring trail, melding into the crispy almond and matcha crumble.

My take: Not only was the dessert visually appealing, it was also elegantly crafted and divinely delectable. The assortment of textures and intriguing showmanship ended the evening on a high note.


MANGO TO TANGO
No visit to Nobu's would be complete without a drop-in to Marini's on 57, located just a floor above the famed restaurant.

As the night drew to a close, we were done in. We slipped off our 4-inch heels and proceeded to walk around the Twin Towers, barefooted, at 3am.


3. Dance the night away at your first ever Indian wedding ceremony.




It’s amazing what liquid courage does to you. As a sworn enemy of dance (two left feet, by birth), I protested gallantly but was dragged out of my seat regardless. I ended up staying on the dance floor for quite a bit.

And here’s the thing - Indian weddings are the bomb-jiggity. The dinner was officially over at 10:45pm and the after-party commenced 15 minutes later. It only got better and louder as time went by. Supper was then served, at 3:30am. Eventually, all of us crawled back to our rooms at 5am; sapped of any energy and happy as can be.


4. Wake up to the stunning view of the city and be utterly spoiled at breakfast.




Our alarms blared less than 4 hours later, and it took a heroic amount of effort to be parted from our impossibly plush beds. 


5. Bid adieu to Cinderella and kick yourself for not doing this sooner.


Cinderella* and I.

*Not the fairytale Cinderella, obviously. The name was coined after a certain brilliant purchase (inside joke) involving a pair of gold - instead of glass - shoes.


6. (Entirely optional) Go back to sleeping in your own bed and hating Mondays.

Oh wait. Not this week’s Monday because it’s a replacement holiday. Tuesday, I’m looking at you... 

P/S: Here's a picture of the gaily decorated, statuesque Christmas tree at the lobby of our hotel to make you feel better. 


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