Smoked-duck spaghetti

Smoked-duck spaghetti
RM20
Genusfrog's rating: 8.9
Jelak factor: low

When I was young, I visited the alps with my billionaire uncle and he took me up this trail. And the trail was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, even in all Switzerland. The sun was shining, the snow was frosty, the birds were singing and the trees swayed to the rhythm of a song in my head.

As we approached the top of the mount, local Swiss girls walked by and, as was customary, they gave travelling children the fuzziest cuddle.

When we got into a cabin, this huge Italian mamma was smoking duck in the kitchen and the whole place smelled like paradise. She served us our smoked-duck pasta with wine and had her 4-year-old tenor sing for us over the first two courses. That was the best damn duck meal that I'd ever eaten in my life.

The smoked-duck spaghetti at Williams ranks second.

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The Williams manifesto

Friends! Malaysians! Countrymen! Lend me your ears.

I come to document William, not just to praise him. The food that men cook lives after them. The stuff they eat is oft interred with their bones. So let it be with William.

In this blog, you will read reviews, get ratings, see pictures and hold in your hand the closest approximation to a Williams menu as there has ever existed before. The idea is to aid you out of the cullinary wilderness of frivolous gourmet rubbish and back onto the roadside where real food has always belonged.

Sure, the man probably rakes in about a gazillion ringgit every night but at least he's got the decency to not let all that popularity change the way he runs his show. And sure, some of the waiters there forget your order before they even leave your table, at least William and his wife make up for it by being excellent hosts. And sure, you sit by a giant drain and the ambience is shit.

But the food is heaven.