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Forty4 Obsessed

What can I say? I love Forty4. And why wouldn’t I when the team, from Aman to the chefs, are willing to go out of their way to recreate an item no longer available on their menu? I had been craving Kampong rice from Forty4 and mentioned it to Aman the last se last time I visited. 

When I called to make reservations the other day, Aman was kind enough to call me back because he remembered my craving! He then went to trouble to check with the kitchen and then texted me a confirmation that one of my favorite yummies will be ready for me! And that’s not all. Once I was served my requested dinner, he came by to ask if it was the same as I remembered it. And yes, it was! 

I had already been told jasmine rice is no longer stocked, which had originally been used, and I was perfectly happy just the same. I mean, puri zindagi wohi chaawal khaye hain na? Ab ziada hi-fi honay ki zaroorat nahin hai, ‘kay? Although I was tempted to polish off my entire meal, there was an event I wanted to skip tonight, and I’m kinda broke, so I didn’t want to spend more than necessary. So here’s what I did. I ordered the calamari and a caesar salad with grilled chicken, had two kim chi chicken hargows, packed up my kampong rice, and skipped right onwards to the churros and chocolate sauce, which I love, love, love! 

And this time, I got to finish it aaalll by myself. As for the kampong rice, you ask? Why, I ate it all just now, of course. Forty4 always makes me do the happy dance :D

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