I had a blast at "My Elephant" but who in the world, calls their restaurant "My Elephant"? I mean, i wouldnt want to touch your Elephant but sir, i have a reservation at "Your Elephant". Lame jokes aside, Thai food was the exotic theme of the night and we were stuffed to the brim before we were carried out to the exit.
Located at a desserted corner of what seems to be low cost flats hidden in Section 17, I was immediately enlightened by the entrance.
Tried to upload pictures and fell asleep, naturally with an overdose of roast duck red curry.
Being "kiasu" as part of our Malaysian blood, i see reviews done all over the blogosphere of "My Elephant". Is it me, or am i considered slow because i didnt do my home work the night before? I realised i left the menu once again, but more or less i can just steal the names because it is all over my face. Nevermind, it is finally all uploaded to Flickr.
I think i just gave up on writing about My Elephant or His Elephant for the matter. The food is great but hey, i still need to remember how it tastes like right?
Forget it, i am at work but they is no one around. 4 more hours before i enjoy my final 4 hours of annual leave. Will be enjoying the fireworks at KLCC without lugging my camera i guess due to the flow of bubbly available.
An early toast to the year 2008 and with that some more random photos from nowhere.