THE RED BEANBAG.

                                “The simple pleasure parlor”

     

      Walking in to the warm filled café, the wonderful stuff of   The Red Beanbag who where casually dressed in addition to their red aprons round their waists were warmly welcoming.

      With 70’s and 80’s band music playing, one defiantly gets an immediate sense of warmth and homely feel.

      Brown wood color and black seem to be the theme of the restaurant. a cemented floor, strings of light bulbs in different sizes hanging from the ceiling, “sailor” glass water bottles filled with water on each table and brown bean bags printed with inspirational words like; freedom, love, play, passion and truth hanging right above the kitchen wall.

      An open window kitchen, one can hear the kitchen cutlery sounds as the chefs prepare different dishes. One could point out, if one desired to talk to the chefs directly it was possible due to their direct position to the dinning.

      An Australian inspired décor, this contemporary texture of the café; polishes The Red Beanbag incredible uniqueness.

  

    The Red Beanbag is six months old and co-owned by Mr.Akiong lee that was very welcoming and slowly inspected the kitchen and customers, very casually dressed in a black t-shirt and shorts.

    I for one did not notice that he was the boss and his sister Ms.Ipeng lee with her big smile warmly gracing everyone in the café, with her youthful casual chic sense and services.

    The two siblings who once lived in Australia and came up with the idea of The Red Beanbag café.

    The two shared an apartment back in Australia and the name ‘Red Beanbag’ came from an actual bean bag they had in their apartment and hence decided to name the spot “red beanbag” in order to maintain a cool independent, homely and personalized environment, Mr.Akiong lee and his sister incorporated the Australian decent quality of food, décor and concept in to their café which is more of the modern day café.

     One of the first things that you will notice when you walk in to the red bean bag is the restaurant's friendly, knowledgeable staff. With a detailed understanding of every item on the menu, they are always willing to make recommendations.

     What I found interesting most was there cardboard menu printed with the most humorous catchy phrases to their mouth-watering dishes aside and drinks.

     Drinks from there Red Mean Machine known to be the soul of the café with their famous coffee variety imported from Western Australia to the other drinks milky ice teas and yourgahts.

     On the food menu where Phrases like; “it aint heavy, it’s my brekkie” their breakfast that is served all day from 10:00am-3:00pm. Hence any one at any time of the day can walk in and have what is believed to be the most important meal of the day.

    “Dough and not your usual suspects” there main dishes that are Served from     12:00pm-10:00pm and finally there “there’s always room for.” there desserts.

     The Red Beanbag food prices range from 10 RM- 40 RM and all meals are homemade especially there famously known pasta.

      On the menu, I had the “chicken crossing” (19.90 RM) which is a homemade chicken burger patty with fried egg, tomatoes and cheese, in Australia they are famously known to be the Andrew’s burgers very heavy and feeling.

  It is obvious according to the menu, however much you have taken in, “there’s always room for.” desserts. The day’s special was the home made cherry cheese cake (10 RM) that topped off the afternoon.

A warm sweetness, I could feast like any fly

        The fact that it was my first time at The Red Beanbag, first impressions last so defiantly from their café setting; ambiance to their food and service, The Red Beanbag made every bite a delight. 

THE RED BEANBAG

Lot A4-1-8, Solaris Dutamas

Jalan Dutamas 1  50480 Kuala Lumpur

Tel:   03-6211 5116   

Email:theunionhousegroup@gmail.com

Face book: http://www.facebook.com/theredbeanbag

  Opening hours:

Weekdays:10am-10pm

Weekends:9:30am-10pm

Closed on Mondays.

SHE'S DYING

She’s dying, and it just ain’t right, 
She’s crying every night. 
One couldn’t begin to explain the pain 
Or even the love she felt for a nigga she thought was real, 
So she gave into his needs when he said he wanted to see how she really feels. 

She’s dying, a quiet death, but to the average eye, She’s in perfect health. 
And it’s such a shame, traded a moment of pleasure 
For a lifetime of pain all for a nigga and his games. 
She’s dying, before she got a chance to live her life 
Dying to be his girl dying to be his wife 
Yet all he ever gave her was lonely nights 
And a disease that would claim her life. 

She’s dying a prisoner doing a life bid 
Nine months pregnant passing death to her kids. 
It’s crazy what life will take you through, 
And it’s funny what love will make you do. 
Like contract a disease from a nigga you were faithful to 
And it turns out he never felt the same way for you. 

She’s dying. Women like her are dying leaving their children crying. 
And as she glance in the mirror before her is an empty reflection 
Pondering on the fact that she should have used protection. 

She’s dying. We are dying. No matter how it seems, 
we share this thing, dope fiends, teens, even our African queens. 
It’s time we wake up and see what sex really means. 

She’s dying what more can I say 
African American women are dying everyday. 
And it’s a serious thing 
Children are born with HIV in their bloodstreams. 
So please, if you respect yourself, protect yourself, because We’re Dying. Keyana B. Ray

"I’m very attracted to someone who makes me laugh and is that charming. Really, I could be charmed by anyone. I’m just a sucker for somebody that is charming."