Daddy’s English boss, G, was in town, and we decided to meet him up for dinner on Saturday.

Zara who has been exposed to more English TV program (Wheels In The Bus, Bob The Builder) than American program, found G’s accent interesting. While G and Daddy were conversing in the car, she too started chatting in her own sing song liked baby language.

We did a quick dash into Low Yat Plaza before dinner to buy some iPod peripherals. G bought a trendy speaker set, car adapter for his wife’s iPod; and we got some blank CDs. I’m quite amazed at the number of peripherals that are available for an iPod, and boy, I do feel lucky not to own one!

G wanted to have Malay food for dinner, to play safe, we thought we’d better to go some proper restaurant for that rather than those road side tomyam warongs. We headed to Enak in Star Hill Gallery.

Starter was one dozen of satay; and then we ordered 4 dishes : Prawn Sambal, Chicken cooked in a light sourish sweetish sauce, otak-otak (but this is using cod with some fern leaves as stuffing), and vegetable fritters to eat with plain rice.

The food was very good, all in small portion, very refine tasting, not the type of food you get from the nasi campur (Malay: mix rice) shop.

Zara was asleep when we arrived, half way through dinner, I woke her up to have her porridge. She was however more interested in the Christmas trees as well as the other restaurants outside of Enak (compared to the deco in the other restaurants, Enak is very plain). Daddy and I have to take turns running after her, luckily, G too has a young daughter, and he understood what we are going through.

After playing for a while, Zara started sucking her thumb and leaned on me muttering, “Hgh Hgh” repeatedly (Hgh-Hgh is her way of saying milk milk). Now, where can I nurse her *slap head*? I asked the waitresses in the restaurant for direction to the nursing room, and they all looked stunt at me. There’s actually none in the entire building! I took a mental note, I have to write to YTL and let them know about this, do they think that there’s no posh nursing mothers (like me *ahem*) who will dine and shop here with their babies?

So here I am stuck with a hungry baby, what shall I do? I went up to the more secluded floors, found one floor with all the shops closed, took one of the sofa (they have bloody sitting lounge with sofas on each floor but no NURSING ROOMS!) and nursed her. It was a very public spot , but no one stopped on that floor or passed us for the whole 30mins we were there.

Zara got her fix, and she became better behaved. She was also willing to sit down and eat when fruits was served.

The bill, a whopping RM300 (including 3 beer, 1 juice and 2 coffee)!