Feeding season begins at Green View, SS2

I am pleased to say that I followed up and compensated at a CNY reunion dinner with previous co-workers, nary the inhibitions that had so plagued my last unimpressive food outing.

The agreed time for the group to meet and kick off the lou-sang was 7.30PM at Green View in SS2, located near the Rothmans roundabout, which needs little introduction. The first two to arrive, N and I decided to proceed to order, with me engineering the conversation with the seasoned uncle in my halting Cantonese and N nodding or shaking his head.

The place was jumping, hungry people getting fed delicious meals and while we contended with chomping on peanuts, we stared enviously and cursed our missing dining companions. A flurry of traffic excuses and misdirections later, we were finally able to start our meal at 9.00PM.

To a great year of health, wealth and happiness!


Taste-wise, I'd never been truly won over by the sickly sweet concoction that has come to define this seasonal offering. But this had fresh pieces of salmon, so...ummm.. this was OK I guess?

Next up was Green View's much-celebrated Sang Har Meen (fresh water prawn noodles) starring five of them slippery lil' suckers swimming in a thick aromatic broth. We dug in with much relish.

Stir-fried bamboo clams (Kam Heong style). Undoubtedly a hit!

Vegie medley of brocolli, fat juicy mushrooms, bean curd skin, carrots and water chestnuts.

The uncle who took our orders (sneaky, sneaky fellow who suckered us into ordering way too much food) recommended this fish, promising a delicious "new" way of preparing garoupa. Well the fish turned up in some half-arsed curry concoction which was neither spicy or sour. And to top it all off, the fish wasn't the freshest, its texture rubbery and unpleasant. Next!

Deep-fried salted chicken. This was actually rather good on its own, but somehow got edged out by the other winners on the table.

They waited until the very end, when we'd started struggling to present the Sweet and Sour Crabs. At this point, we were stumped by the excess. The crabs were sweet and as always, a lot of messy fun. However, they used Indonesian crab which somehow seemed rougher in texture and less flavourful to me than Sri Lankan crabs I'd tried at other seafood joints. Still crustacean love knows no boundaries! We persevered.

Deep-fried man tou to soak up the gravy. I would've prefered the unfried ones but at this point, we were just blindly shoving it in so it didn't matter no more.

The bill arrived at nearly RM600 for 7 of us, to a choir of whoops and jaw drops around the table! We really outdid ourselves and I felt a private sense of pride. We stayed on chatting and generally enjoying ourselves until way past 11, when one steely glare after another from staff members shutting up the place finally got to us and we scurried out into the night.

Gong Xi Fa Cai, everyone! May this year for each and every one of you be filled with lots of love and good living!