When we arrived at Rumba, Idris was quick to greet us with his infamous megawatts smile. With the loud ear busting music playing, he gestured us to where Telca was.
We were already late and the place was packed. It was Bling Bling Night, another one of Rumba’s many themes. Ladies On Top, Flip Flops Night and Back To School, to name a few. If you like games and dressing up (think school uniform and the whole getup), then you might want to Rumba.
For me, my ears have grown old and bugging me to go somewhere quiet. We decided to sit outside by the verandah. I’ve been to Rumba, but I don’t remember this side of it. With the pumping music still as loud as it was outside, we took a seat and watch it all happen. I did for a bit felt out of place sitting outside in Cuba, or whatever the feeling was when I was out in the verandah. It feels a bit too homely, sans the music. I like.
Partying is a serious business. So is drinking and eating. Finger food, small bites, nothing too fancy. First came Mojito. Of course, Rumba (the dance) originates from Cuba. The Mojito, the club’s signature drink, surprise, surprise. I was expecting maybe something harder. Tequila, Zambouka, Scotch or some fancy whisky. Never a Mojito. Rum, sugar, lime, sprigs of mint, carbonated water was all it needs to make one. What makes this drink that good? Although the first Mojito that came turned into a mint tea, Idris was quick to notice and made one himself for us. The bartender had excitedly put a whole pot of mint probably into the mix instead of just sprigs.
Skewered prawn and beef rasher, deep fried Camembert cheese with mango chili dip and crispy breaded deep fried Capelin fish. The snacks arrived. Each with its own dip. The portion did seem a bit small and garnishing? Who needs them? I prefer straightforward food like these.
Don was already busy taking photos of the food before it gets too cold. While I, armed with my fork and knife was waiting impatiently. It must have been the Mojito effect, sweet. But of course, that’s always the case. Down a pint of beer you know you’ve had enough. Sipping on something sweet and so refined, this is the drink with “a little mojo” or in Spanish, mojito obviously.



First to go, crispy breaded Capelin fish with its sour dip. I see this becoming a favorite. It closely resembles the local favorite “Ikan basung” minus the bones. I hear some people saying “what the..”. With the mojito, the sweet and sour combo dances well together, all night long.

He came, he cheesed and conquered the world. Camembert cheese is the creamy, soft cheese from cow’s milk. Possibly France’s greatest export. Deep fried, with mango chili dip, this is something you’ll have to try. Skip the dip, go bare. It’s one of those bites that makes you smile like nobody’s business. Don and I are still talking about the cheese.

Skewered, deep fried, raw, give me prawns I’ll eat it any way. Shelled mini prawn and beef rasher, another combo that paired with it sweet chili, would make you cringe over the three sticks serving. It’s finger food, I know. It supposed to be light, I know. But when it taste as good as that, you’d want more!

To top the evening off, we were served Caipirinha. Brazil’s national cocktail. You’d think it sounds wrong to get something we most will have under the sun, in the day. But when it gets as hot as it did that night in Rumba, you will want something to cool you off.

All these for RM20++ per item, a little pricey for the small serving but luxury comes with a price. Small friendly place, visitors are here to be entertained and that they got. The next time you’re there, step outside to the verandah and take a breather. Nothing beats a night under the moon and stars, good company, good music and those Rumba snacks. I think I found my mojo.
