A Hate-Turned-Love Story With Nando's Peri-Peri Chicken

First impressions last. But they're not necessarily accurate.

Such is the case with our first try of Nando's peri-peri chicken. That was in Mid Valley Megamall, Lingkaran Syed Putra, Kuala Lumpur. We were in search of a place to dine with one simple criterion — the food must not be available in Singapore. We can't remember exactly why it wasn't very pleasant — or more precisely, why we didn't like the chicken. Maybe they served it cold. Maybe the whole experience was something we'd rather forget.

Forget we did, but not entirely. Thanks to a faulty memory and the branch's proximity to the bus terminal, we found ourselves trying out Nando's peri-peri flame-grilled chicken once again in Puduraya, Kuala Lumpur. We were making another visit to the megacity then. Had we remembered that we've already sampled their food before, we may have chosen to dine some place else.

We realized the blunder only after the waitress had taken our orders. It was a little too late to walk out. I was saying peri-peri repeatedly like a chant while we went over the menu to learn more about the place and what they offered. The chant must have worked some kind of magic for we ended up asking the same question simultaneously, "Hey, haven't we been here before?"

We answered our own question by recounting the details of our previous visit. We wished it wouldn't be so bad on our second try. We might not have remembered the restaurant's name, but we certainly remembered what peri-peri meant.

It's easy enough to get the hint from the menu and the posters that the term peri-peri refers to chili. Wikipedia says:

Piri-piri, peri-peri or peli-peli is the name used in Mozambique and Angola to describe the African bird's-eye chili" and that "the variations in spelling derive from the various pronunciations of the word in parts of Africa, although 'piri-piri' is the correct spelling in Portuguese.

Nando's and the term peri-peri make a good pair indeed. Nando's is a Portuguese-themed chicken restaurant but has its origins in South Africa, where it's first restaurant was born in 1987.

It didn't take long for us to confront our fears. The waitress arrived with our orders shortly. I must say that whatever doubts we had about Nando's and our memories of a previously bad experience dissipated as soon as we had our first bite into the chicken. Our second try turned out to be a serendipitous blunder.

Since then, we've looked forward to dining at Nando's every time we go to KL. We make sure to visit the same branch at Puduraya though, just to be sure.

We've tried three out of the four flavors — garlic, medium and hot. Maybe next time we won't be so chicken and we'll try the extra hot.

Makes me wonder, will there ever be a Nando's Singapore?

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More about Nando's on the Web:

• Main site


• Official Nando's USA Blog


• Nando's Malaysia


• Nando's Australia


• Nando's Canada


• Nando's UK


• Wikipedia


• Facebook

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A Visit To The Saujana Kuala Lumpur

So it's 2009. What better way to start the year than taking a short break to recharge and plan for the next 11 months?

In our case, those were among our objectives. But visiting Captain X, who was at a training with other pilots in Malaysia Airlines Systems (MAS) and staying at The Saujana Kuala Lumpur, was first in the agenda.

Getting to the hotel without your own car is a challenge because it's 30-45 minutes away from the KL city proper. This leaves you with only one choice —taking a cab. Now I know from previous experience that this may not turn out to be very pleasant, but it must be one of those things that I might just have to learn to live with.

Anyway, after several minutes of hailing taxis here and there, we managed to find a cabbie who was willing to take us to our destination for RM60. That amount was of course sufficient to pay for the ride to and fro, had he opted to use the meter. We tried bringing the amount down to RM50, but I guess the cabbie was shrewd enough to know we didn't have any bargaining chip to begin with.


The driver ended up bringing us to the Sultan Abdul Aziz Shah Airport. I guess he wasn't able to read the entire address on the map I showed him earlier in his haste to close the lopsided deal. Good thing the hotel was very near from there. Equally good was that he had no qualms about turning around and bringing us to right place.

The right place, Saujana Kuala Lumpur, is actually located in Shah Alam City in the Selangor state. I initially thought the hotel name was misleading, but I later found out that Shah Alam is part of Greater Kuala Lumpur or Kuala Lumpur Metropolitan Area(KLMA), also known as Klang Valley. We got there at about 4:30 p.m., approximately seven hours from the time we left Beach Road in Singapore.

The hotel was designed with golfers in mind. The driving range could be viewed through the windows in the lobby and two 18-hole golf courses are but a few minutes walk away. They even have a dining area called the Golfer's Terrace, where local favorites are served. You'd make the most of your stay if you're a golfer. Otherwise, you might as well make use of their other facilities such as the swimming pool, fitness gym and tennis court.

They also offer spa services. We decided to give their Swedish a try. At RM190 per person, it's a bit too costly. We took the only available slot in the evening, which was at 9 p.m. We had to be served cold ginger tea (I prefer it hot) while waiting for the 8 p.m. couple to finish.

It wasn't as great as we wanted it to be, but we had a good laugh when we talked about it afterwards. I thought my lady masseur was wearing a Band-Aid on her thumb because I could feel something rough rubbing against my back. Joanne thought her masseur was wearing a ring. Apart from that, the masseurs were moderately skilled. There was none of the usual custom of asking whether the pressure applied was sufficient. It wasn't bad, but we've gotten better massages for less than a fifth of what they charge. Not to nitpick, but I do wish they'd also clean the bathroom in the spa suite more regularly.

As for the rooms, they're nice, clean and comfortable. The usual necessities are there, including an electronic safe. The cable channels are not that plenty though. To my satisfaction, Internet connectivity was provided for free. The other thing that surprised me but wasn't as pleasant was that the room comes with free breakfast for only one person. They charge you RM50 for the extra.

The people are averagely friendly and attentive. When we arrived in the hotel, there were none of the usual welcoming courtesies. No offers to carry our bags, not even after we checked in. We had to ask for an extra pair of slippers and one more bathrobe, when we had booked for two. The free shuttle service provided is never on time and the driver may refuse to take you to the places in their regular routes citing heavy traffic as the reason. To be fair, there are others who make up for it — the courteous cleaning ladies, the efficient waiter, members of the staff who greet you in the corridors, the driver who went the extra mile by bringing us to the Pudaraya bus terminal instead of just the KLCC. Of course, with a basis for comparison, you learn to appreciate these people even more.


I think what makes a five-star hotel truly shine are its people.

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The Worst Taxis In The World And Other Taxi Stories

The Survey vs. Experience

A few weeks ago, AFP reports the result of The Expat's survey that rated Malaysia as the "worst among 23 countries in terms of taxi quality, courtesy, availability and expertise". I knew from experience that taking a cab in KL wasn't a pleasant experience, but I wasn't aware it was that bad.

During our last trip to Kuala Lumpur, we dreaded the thought of taking a cab to get around the city because of our previous experiences. This is exactly the reason why we took the train in getting to the Petronas Towers from Pudaraya, hence part of the post:

Getting to the Twin Towers from Pudaraya is simple enough via train. Of course, in terms of speed, nothing beats taking a cab. Unfortunately, just like in some other Asian countries, foreigners are easily taken advantage of -- the taxi drivers insist on a fixed price and refuse to use their meter. This makes you appreciate Singapore, where taxi drivers almost always charge by the meter. (The 8-seater Maxi Cab would sometimes insist on a fixed charge especially during peak hours in tourist spots). In fairness, albeit in a misconstrued notion thereof, the Malaysian cab drivers do the same thing to locals.

On that same visit to KL, we had no choice but to take a cab to get to the Islamic Arts Museum and the National Mosque. As expected, the taxi driver insisted on a flat rate and since we didn't want to wait indefinitely by pinning our hopes in finding an honest driver, we agreed to his demands.

We were about to find out that our cab driver wasn't only shrewd but creative as well. Somehow, he found a way to take a longer route, maybe to give us the impression that it was well worth what we paid for. Of course, during that time, there was no certain way for us to find out since no one among the three of us passengers knew the way.

But then, the good Samaritan who drove us back to our hotel not only took a different route that cut our travel time by more than half, but also charged us by the meter. I was just glad that there were still good taxi drivers out there.

Noli vs. Zenny

Noli, an IT professional who works in here in Singapore, after reading the same AFP article, shared with me his story from the Philippines.

"The situation with taxi drivers in the Philippines is also bad," he begins. "But I'd like to believe that's only true in the country's capital, Metro Manila."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, it's not as bad when you go to the other cities such as Davao, down south or even Baguio, up north. In those places they always charge by the meter and the drivers are kind enough to give you your change, no matter how small."

"Maybe it's true for other countries, that it's worse in the capitals," I opine.

"Maybe. But you know what? I once made the mistake of venting out my complaints against taxi drivers to the wrong person."

I raised my eyebrows and nodded a bit, urging him on.

"It happened during a lunch conversation, such as what we're having right now. My opening line was, 'The government should do something about those crooks disguised as taxi drivers! I don't get what the meter was for if the drivers kept insisting on a flat rate. And they should be driving buses or jeepneys if they refuse to take passengers to their destinations if it's not convenient for them!'

"The person I was talking to -- her name is Zenny by the way -- retaliated, 'Did it ever occur to you that they have mouths to feed too?'.

"My reply was something like, 'Yes, but do they want to feed their family with money obtained through a means akin to stealing? Besides, if they're shrewd enough not to give your change, surely they must be keen enough to know that not all people who take taxis are rich?'

"Zenny countered, 'Do you know that most taxi drivers don't own the vehicles they drive and that they only end up pocketing a portion of the day's earnings? Most of what they get goes to the boundary.'"

Noli explained that the term boundary simply means the fixed amount that the driver needs to pay the taxi owner (also called operator) per day. The taxi driver gets to keep whatever amount he earns in excess of this. Of course, he could end up negative if he fails to earn the boundary because he'll have to pay the same amount even if he earns less than this. The boundary is agreed upon by the driver and the operator during the start of their business relationship, and it usually depends on how old or new the taxi is.

"The newer the vehicle, the higher the boundary," Noli concluded.

"Ok, so what was your reply to Zenny?"

"That it doesn't justify their cheating! And that if the drivers from other cities could afford to give you back your change, then there's no reason why those crooks couldn't!

"Zenny pleaded her case by answering me with another question, 'Do you also know that if it so happens that they damage the taxi, the cost is taken out of their earnings?' .

"To which I replied, because I couldn't stop myself from being a wiseass, 'Then all the more reason for them to stop driving like madmen right? When they drive, it seems as if they own the road all to themselves! They're not even concerned about maintaining the condition of the taxi because they don't own it.'

"I wasn't expecting a reply but Zenny had an answer to that too. She said, 'But that's only because they need to get as many passengers as they can within the day so they'll have some money to bring home.'

"I replied, 'Yeah and in doing so they endanger the lives of their passengers and other drivers on the road as well.'

"'I'm sure you know how dangerous it is to drive here in Manila during the night,' Zenny offered.

"'Well, I hope those crooks learn from their fellow thieves!' I didn't mean to sound so cruel but the words had already come out of my mouth.

"It would be several months before Zenny and I spoke again. Her last words before she walked out on me that lunchtime, 'I think that's so rude of you to say. Not all taxi drivers are as bad as you think they are. By the way, my father is a cabbie.'"

Driver vs. Passenger

Over the week, I've asked three cabbies what things they don't like most about the passengers they pick up. Here are some of their common answers:

• Passengers who don't pay. It's hard to believe that this happens here in Singapore, but according to all three cabbies, they experienced it at least once. In all instances, the passengers asked them to wait while they get money from their house or from someone, but they never came back.
  
  
• Rude passengers. Such as those who get mad when the driver asks if they have a preferred route to their destination.
  
  
• Passengers who can't tell their left from their right. Or those who give instructions where to turn a little too late.
  
  
• Passengers who litter or puke inside their cabs. The cabbie has to end up cleaning the mess, losing valuable time. One driver says that at least a few of his passengers paid a bit extra for the trouble.

I must admit it's not the best topic to talk about with the drivers. It doesn't make their day.

Most of us have ridden taxis at least a few times in our lives. Below are a few things passengers don't like about some taxi drivers.

• Cabbies who don't know how to drive. Er, how can that be? We're referring to taxi drivers who swerve their vehicles as if they were acrobatic planes, hit the breaks like they want to score a goal from the center line, and jump the humps as if they were doing a daredevil stunt.
  
  
• Rude drivers. The good news, and the general consensus between our circle of friends, is that there are relatively few nasty cabbies here in Singapore. Unfortunately for us -- a friend and I, we had an encounter with one during our ride from Shenton Way to Beach Road. We were telling the driver we wanted to get off in front of a certain building but before we even finished explaining that to him, he raised his voice and said there was no other taxi stop down the road so we had to get off at the next one. We tried to reason with him but seeing there was no use as he resorted to raising his voice several decibels higher, we got off. We ended walking 5 minutes before we got to our destination.
  
  
• Drivers who don't know how to get to your destination. Again, there aren't many of them here. This is especially true nowadays since most cabs are equipped with GPS devices to aid the drivers.
  
  
• Drivers who don't smell too good. Okay, that was toned down a bit. But it can be a totally unpleasant experience to come across one, an encounter that you gives a terrible headache and leaves you wishing that all the windows could be opened so you can breathe properly. Reminds me of the song from Aladdin -- A Whole New World -- where part of the lyrics says, Hold your breath, it gets better.

De Niro vs. Foxx

Along with the big stars in hollywood, the taxi has shared the spotlight in quite a number of movies. Well, this is also true of movies from Hong Kong and Bollywood. But the first movie that comes to mind is Martin Scorsese's Taxi Driver starring Robert De Niro. Michael Manne's Collateral starring Jamie Foxx and Tom Cruise also comes to mind.

I wasn't born yet when Taxi Driver was shown, but the film being chosen by Time Magazine as one of the 100 best films of all time should be another reason to watch the movie, if Robert De Niro and Martin Scorsese aren't enough.

As for Collateral, the plot and theme are compelling enough and Foxx's acting is praiseworthy. If those aren't sufficient reasons to watch the movie, along with Tom Cruise's star presence, maybe the film being voted as the 9th best film set in Los Angeles in the last 25 years by a group of Los Angeles Times writers and editors could convince you of the film's quality.

To close off this entry, below's part of Travis Bickle's narration (thoughts spoken aloud, actually) in Taxi Driver:

All the animals come out at night.

Whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies.

Sick, venal.

Someday a real rain will come and wash this scum off the streets.

I go all over. I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, to Harlem.

I don't care. Don't make no difference to me.

If does to some. Some won't even take spooks. Don't make no difference to me.