A feast around East Asia

Followed up the Japanese Gourmet on Friday with a family gathering on Saturday at my brother's favourite Korean Barbecue restaurant in Ampang (where there is a proliferation of them due to the concentration of Korean expat families there).

We arrived late because we were too busy getting lost and tracing concentric circles in the traffic grid.
By the time we arrived, the party has already started.
So, just hop right into barbecued-unmarinated meat, spare ribs, surlion, rib eye, green onions (with accompany side dishes of kim chee, kim chai, miso paste, pickled radish, pickled summer vegetable, soft tofu, soup).

So excessive of us typical chinese, there was definitely more on the table that we can handle.
So gungho of us typical chinese, we dig into the whole thing.
So specialized of us typical chinese: The granddaughters were nibbling on pickled vegetables and decorating their food; the daughters and daughter-in-law were tasting everything and nibbling at the meat while concetrating on conversation; the sons were eating everything to stretch the money's worth; the parents were mothering each other (well, mum was mothering dad more often than not).

And smacked right in the middle of the table was this 3kg mass of kim chee-drenched noodles, fried with escallops, octopus, prawns, crabs, cockle shells (We tried to conquer it, but no luck for this family of nine).
So what happened to it?
The restauranter picked out the seafood (and the family piled it all on my plate, so nice to be the sacrifical lamb - NOT) and fried the noodles, kim chee sauce with rice for us to take away.

So bloated of us typical chinese after the meal is over that I could skip breakfast and went straight for the feast of a chinese lunch in our family institution, Sek Yuen, along Jalan Pudu, just down the road from our family doctor's clinic (in case we need emergency medication for bloatedness, indigestion, excessive eating, etc. And that was assuming that you survived the 200m walk to the clinic with a bloated belly).

So 11.30 am: My elder sister and I took a detour to Mydin and we got lost thanks to her navigation (She kept on rambling that it was on the left side of the road, left side of the road, left side of THAT road on the right hand side of THE road; which...you know what I mean). So dropped her off at that shop at 12.20pm, and traced concentric circles and figure-8s in the downtown traffic grid. Picked her up and went straight to the restaurant (which she kindly dropped references to mum breastfeeding me at one of the tables post birth, how illuminating. I recall playing with my godsisters in Sek Yuen thanks to the wonders of photographic evidence, but breastfeeding in plain sight in the family restaurant in 1980 Malaysia?).

So resume to the new and improved 11 (or was it 12) course Chinese feast.

Crispy chicken skin on a bed of minced chicken meat, skin was perfectly crisp (Ricky would loved this) but mince chicken filling was chewy, bitey and less flavoursome than the skin.
Tai Shou (a.k.a pig-meat-in-crispy-soy-skin style dim sum, Ricky would so die for this)
Chinese Chicken Soup: So typically barbaric of chinese soup, you can see the chicken chunks in the soup. So typically poor of chinese soup, you can see the bones on the chicken chunks. So typically flavourful of chinese soup, you can taste the double-boiled strong broth (which also means the chicken is overcooked, hence tougher than leather). So typically pure (or wasterful) of the chinese soup drinkers, we drink the soup and pass on the chicken leaving nothing but a pile of bone and meat in the bowl.
The usual Char-Siew-Siew-Yok combo (honey glazed meat and roasted meat)
Kai Lan in oyster sauce
Hakka style Lamb spare rib (and the granddaughters said that I look barbaric just sucking on the marrow of the ribs)
Fried Vegetable in a Yam Basket (who substituted MY chinese dried chillies for that digusting capsicums and red chillies, and one of the granddaughter has her first 'bite' of red chilli)
Butter fried prawns (the messiest thing in any feast)
Wax rice (just kidding, it is actually Duck rice with chinese sausages, for those with no iron mouth and tongue, beware for this thing has duck feet and duck neck). So waxingly good that I will waxily wax lyrics about it waxiness, waxing down your throat into your gullet as it waxes your intestine.

Now that comes down to just nine dishes...What were the other three? (Bloated Horror experience blocks out the other dishes)

So Japanese on Friday,
Korean on Saturday,
Chinese on Sunday.
What an exercise in digestion.