Practically I have not celebrated father’s day ever since I was young because my dad always reminds us every day is a father’s day, and we should renew our love to him just like we renew our love to God.
But as I moved in to my husband’s house, father’s day celebration is an annual event and they will celebrate it as a formal function which means grand dinner is a must for abah. I am still adapting to new things in my life and this one is an exact example of it. To me it’s totally an advantage to my stomach for I could load in as much as I could inside it.
Hence on Friday it was, circa 8pm my hubby drove abah and mama as a special treat for him to one of the classic architectural building ever at the heart of Kuala Lumpur. The restaurant represents Malaysia in a nutshell. The Rumah Kampung (village house) exterior, together with the carved wooden interior, adds authenticity to the place. Cultural shows such as traditional dances are performed daily. They served local cuisine and small portion of western foods as well.
Oh, I did enjoy myself watching the performance from the multiracial dancers and my stomach was absolutely bloated from varieties of foods taken last night. Thanks for the dinner. I am looking forward for the next one.* wink*wink*