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Good golly…I know I’m going to King Crab quite often, but that’s the thing about new places. You want to bring your parents there, then your friends, and then you want to go there by yourselves to try other dishes that you didn’t get a chance to try (and not necessarily in that order!).

Anyways, we had dinner there tonight with my folks. We ordered the Guiness Pork Ribs and Fried Salted Egg Yolk Squid, and two new dishes:

Broccoli with fresh scallops, which was cooked just right…the broccoli was nice and crunchy, while the scallops were fresh and sweet…

…and another dish that sounds like something right out from a Wuxia novel…

Snow Mountain Flying Fox (actually, I just found out from Wiki that there IS a Wuxia novel called Flying Fox of Snowy Mountain… )!

It’s basically fish that has been covered liberally in sea-salt and then bbq-ed (there’s a similar recipe in one of Jamie Oliver’s cookbooks…wonder who copied who!), and it’s served with chilli sauce and belacan.

The skin is removed when it’s served, leaving the fresh and succulent meat for us to enjoy. For dishes such as these, it’s imperative that the fish is super fresh and I’m glad to say that the one we had was absolutely tasty. I ate it with a teeny bit of the sea salt and it went perfectly with plain white rice.

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I should probably relate the experience we had during dinner with the kids from three tables, all seated near ours (all families are unrelated).

Table A: Halfway during dinner, we heard a glass smash and turned to see an old man (probably Granpa) literally hitting a little boy who had somehow dropped the glass. Poor boy was howling like the world had come to an end, and the worst part was that while everyone scrambled to get out of the way, the little boy was left on his chair with Chinese tea soaking into his pants. Finally, the glass was cleared, but the boy was still crying miserably and pointing his finger at yeh-yeh (gramps)! This went on for some time. One of the relatives (or perhaps the boy’s father?) went off and came back with a new diaper and dry clothes for the boy and everything seemed to be ok again until I heard *phiak-phiak-phiak*…I turned around to see Gramps smacking the boy again because he apparently refused to put on a new t-shirt. Oh dear…poor boy started howling again! I kinda felt bad for him coz Gramps looked really fierce and those smacks sounded like it really hurt!

Table B: Three kids from that table were running up and down the makeshift stage the whole time we were there. They were jumping, screaming, running around and literally making a nuisance of themselves to the other diners. You would expect their parents to discipline them, eh? Oh no, their parents were encouraging them, egging them on, and even taking pictures of their oh-so-cute devils prancing around on the stage. They made such a racket that a man from Table C called a waitress over and asked her to please tell the people in Table B to control their kids as they are disturbing the rest of the guests! By the time we left, the kids were still on the stage, albeit quieter. While I was walking down the stairs, I saw one little guy reaching up to the flower stand…it would’ve served him right if it fell down!

Table C: Four kids on table C. And not a peep outta them the whole time we were there! They sat there like well-behaved kids, and the one time one of the kids tried to run off in between meals, he was sternly called back by his mom to ’sit down and finish your food’.

What a world of difference, eh?