Eat your heart out, Melburnians. Presenting the real McCoy, fair dinkum KL Hokkien Mee! With trembling hands and chopsticks (after a prolonged wait, for some reason, way after the wat tan hor fun had been delivered to our table), I gingerly approached it. After a respectful (and slightly fearful; what if it was crap after all that?) pause, I started shovelling it into my mouth with a complete absence of dignity. Months of pent-up frustration were released upon the poor, unsuspecting noodles. Paramount Garden's Hokkien Mee was genuine, it was awesome... and I was finally home, if only for a few days!
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Ah, but how does it compare to the 222 one? That is the true test, oui?
I actually like it as much as, if not better than, the 222 one. But that's just me. And it's been a while since I've had any of the KL downtown ones. Ah well, next time...
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