A month or so ago, Malones opened their newest branch of pre-fabricated Irish pub right next to my office in KL, so like any obedient western ex-pat, I headed there with my obedient western ex-pat friend for a pint. I think it was perhaps their third day open for business.
The cuisine looked stereotypically Irish, I’ll say that. We did not sample it.
One pint of delicious Paulaner — I was unwilling to discover what kind of Guinness they’d pour after three days in business — led to a second and, as you do, a second led to a fourth, and eventually it was That Time.
I walked to the back and chatted with the affable new manager, who cheerfully and without any hesitation informed me that the toilets would be installed next week.