Jogoya Part 1/3
Have you been tired of eating buffets full of spaghettis, butter rice, western soup, bread, local dishes etc and want to try something different? Try Jogoya 上阁屋. You can read about the food from ky, nottyjian (April 5th, 2006), xes or wingz - they have lots of pics too! But here, I’m going to tell you about some other important stuffs.
First and foremost is how to get there. I managed to find some Planet Hollywood thing around Lot 10 thanks to the GPS system on my new (second) Garmin iQue 3600. But the satellite reception was bad due to cloudy sky and tall buildings around that area. So I decided to call a friend up for further directions.
He told me to stand in front of Planet Hollywood, facing a 7-Eleven shop and walk towards my right until just before some JW Marriot Hotel. He also informed me that I could see a live band performing on the way if it was at night. He must be an idiot thinking that I would wait for nightfall to find my way, that basket.
I took extra precaution and asked a couple nearby to double-confirm. Ah Beng was giving me some jumbled-up instructions while I tilted my head and look at him sideways. Ah Lian must have sensed that I was having difficulty in understanding her boyfriend so she interrupted us with a very slow sentence, pausing between words - “Why. Don’t. You. Follow. Us?” complete with hand-signs. She must have thought that I was a foreigner. So I replied “Haik! Sumimasen! Aringato!”
They must have felt very proud of themselves. So I decided not to disappoint them. I was a scout. A scout should always 日行一善.
They finally pointed me to the entrance of Starhill and left. I told them ‘Haik! Sumimasen! Aringato!’ before they leave and they bowed to me in return, 90-degree. They must have felt really really proud of themselves!
So I asked the security guard manning the entrance where Jogoya is. He told me to go straight, turn right, walk until I see a lift and go up to release. I told him my bladder was not full. But he insisted that I release it in the lift and turned away. How rude!
Boh pian. I finally found a pair of lifts and pressed the going-up button, trying my luck hoping that I could ask some people on my way up. But that place was nearly deserted. One of the lifts arrived and I found that it was empty. Shit! Now what? A shop attendant was some 30 meters away staring at me accusingly like why did I hail the lift for fun.
Not wanting to bring shame to Japanese, I decided to board the lift. And then suddenly, everything became clear. Instead of numbering every floor, they have names for each, like ‘Indulge’, ‘Pamper’ etc. I found a button called ‘Relish’ and pressed it. How clever of me!
Finally, the door of the lift opened. It was St. Peter’s Gate, guarded by two beautiful angels. Peter was nowhere to be found. Maybe Peter was taking a leak, but who cares.
I asked the two angels “Jogoya?” and one of them replied “This is not Jogoya. Jogoya is opposite there.” I was disappointed. But I kept my hope high. I was hoping that those waitresses at Jogoya would at least be as sweet as them. But man… I was disappointed.
[… to be continued…]
