Imagine you're sitting at a roadside stall having one of the finesh freshly tossed Roti Telur with Milo, and your mom having her nasi-lemak with cham-tarik. Surrounding you, there's a table with 3-old-Chinese-ladies talking and laughing away after morning exercise, there's a few more tables with Malay dudes indulging in their teh-tarik & puffing away before heading to work... the Malay-girl waitress is taking order, the older Indian man is making the drinks, the other talkative Indian man was explaining how sugar price has not affected the quality of his Roti that he's made.
Could you see this scene in anywhere else? It's right here at my door step.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Thursday, June 15, 2006
The Malaysian Dinner
Imagine you've bungkus the most delicious dried-chilli-chicken dish that you can find in Brickfield's Indian stall, then dine at home with hot Chinese-style ABC soup mixing with the rice, with a sidedish of Malay-style kangkung belachan vege.
Ahhh... heavenly!
Ahhh... heavenly!
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