Category Archives: French

Transparent Apron, Kuala Lumpur: A Supper Club is Born

I have a friend. His name is Ryonn Leong. But before you write this off as a childish essay, let me clarify that childhood dreams — and not childishness — is what this article is about. You see, Ryonn who hails from Kelantan has been playing masak-masak since he was a kid. And I don’t…

Les Deux Garçons Pâtisserie, Bangsar Baru: French Kissing

“There is no way back for me now. I am going to take you on journeys you’ve never dreamed were possible.” — Alexander McQueen “#@%*!” Pardon my French, but I get all tensed up with the French Mafia’s in town. For the uninitiated, that’s just code for the Big Boss of the ze French company…

Pierre, Mandarin Oriental Hong Kong: Our Grand Finale

I was out on a walk in Chinatown last weekend and noticed a peculiar sign at the back of the flower market. It read: “Please leave all your personal problems behind when you leave home for work.” What a very odd place for such a sign, I thought. I could have sworn that it was…

Recipe: Michael Elfwing’s Chicken Liver Pâté and Red Onion Jam

My kitchen is my sanctuary, or so I’ve written about it before. It’s a warm and comforting cave where I can slowly spend hours cooking my fears and insecurities away. Ultimately, this ritual also comforts my aching stomach and does wonders for my broken heart. The smile on the faces of my family and friends…

Mum’s Beef Bourguignon on Christmas Day: Tidings of Comfort & Joy

Every year at Christmas, I’m reminded of a significant gift. This gift so pure and powerful, can only be sent from the heavens above. Christmas for me isn’t just about commemorating the birth of our Saviour but it’s also my mother’s birthday. And for us, this is truly a family holiday. While my family can…

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