Propped up at the counter at Sanmai Ramen, I took a moment to ask the chef if he had any recommendations about good Khao Soi joints in town. He thought for a moment, then said "Mae Sai does great beef bowl". I noted it down on my phone and went about my business for the next couple of days, always planning on visiting it at some point. Another random night 2 Thai chefs sat down next to me at a bar and started talking about food. I told them about my slight addiction to Khao Soi and they immediately beamed at me "Khao Soi Khun Yai, many many tourists but very good food".. I told them I ate there and it was spectacular, the other guy then blurted out "Khao Soi Mei Sai does very good beef version". Then and there started a cycle of 5 consecutive mornings where I tried to get up before they were closed, and failed miserably.
Today was the day! I set my alarm, headed out by Grab to hunt it down in the small soi baked on with sweltering heat. I grabbed a table (unfortunately had to share, it was packed), wrote down my order and sucked down on my ice cold coke to try regain some temperature balance within. Bowl arrived. You knew it was going to be good. Slightly thinner "curry" than at Khun Yai, but packed with flavour. Incredibly tender beef that still kept its texture, great noodles, good crispy noodles, and a bloody hot chilli sauce to pour on if the broth was too tame. Definitely worth tracking down since it's a little outside the main drag, but this bowl is up there, but just didn't have the depth to knock Khun Yai off it's throne. 9/10
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So it's Loi Krathong, I barely realised. I woke up after days of speckling the porcelain after eating a streetfood Khao Soi that was definitely not worth the pain and agony. I feebly walked the 6 blocks to this ramen spot that featured highly on all the lists and lips. The place looked suspicious, however, presumptions aside I walked in, found a cool corner (insatiable heat), ordered the shoyu with bean sprouts and anxiously watched the chefs prepare.
The food came after a delay since 5 hungry Japanese revellers ordered just before me, however, the bowl was placed and I basked in its possibilities for a second, before raising my spoon and diving in. To be fair the broth was acceptable... in that "could have been more flavour" way, but acceptable. The noodles were cooked well, sustaining some personality in their mesh of spiderweb constellations. Pork, rather tasty but rather chewy. FAAAAR too many bean sprouts in proportion to the rest, egg decent. The thing that brought it down a notch from a solid score, was the broth just lacked that little umami-kick that elevates everything. Be it more tare, MSG or tender loving care, I don't give a fuck... just give me the flavour and i'll be happy. An altogether forgiveable effort, but there are far better ramen shops in this small town for those who are dependant on a bowl now and then. 6.5/10 As the Aussies would say: Yeah, Nah!
I wound up in yet another Grab taxi hurtling my way to the night market to try this Khao Soi place that always creeps onto top 10 lists in Chiang Mai. My driver was confused as to why it was called Islam? I didn't have an answer for him other than the owners were probably muslim (they were). He added that the world is going to hell because of the Chinese building hotels and casinos everywhere and putting locals out of work, I gently nodded.. hungry. The spot was in a small soi, a giant place with a rather unnassuming facade, I wandered in, found a vantage point as far away from people as possible and ordered "Khao Soi Gai". Within 2 minutes flat the food came. Worryingly fast. It wasn't hot, the chicken was tough, the noodles were cut into small pieces like kids spaghetti, the "crispy" noodles became mushy after 10 seconds, the curry soup was thin and uninspiring and doused with soy sauce so much that it overpowered everything else. I left most of the bowl, paid, smiled and vowed to tick that one off the list and never return. 5/10 Another day, another adventure. This time the rain was a sheet of impenetrable glass, so I was forced to use a Grab taxi to seek out yet another Ramen place that lay untested and untried. I had read a lot of good feedback online, and it was highly rated despite its bizarre location.
The Grab driver had no idea where it was and the address didn't show up so I had to get off a couple blocks away and walk. Approaching the tiny soi where the place was stood an old lady who just looked at me and shouted "RAMEN?" and pointed. I walked in, was told I had to wait since it was packed (good sign), shown my ordering sheet, perused the menu, went for a spicy Tonkotsu to ward off the chills, and sat back waiting until a spot at the counter opened. Within 10 minutes I was seated between 2 strangers (the fear started), my heart trembling at the thought of raising the spoon to my mouth and having the contents shake off in utter nerves. The bowl came, the chef spoke to me shortly asking "How the hell did you find this place?". He was Thai but had just left a head-chef position in New York to open a Ramen spot in his hometown. "This place desperately needs good ramen, they have everything else except that, and I hope I've created that now". I spooned in my first mouthful of broth. Excellent. The menma was on the sweet side but crunchy and good, the egg was perfectly marinated and cooked, the noodles totally decent but not amazing. The only thing that let it down slightly was the Chashu. It was quite firm and toothsome, which I can definitely forgive when the rest of the bowl tasted as it did. I actually managed to clear the whole thing, paid, tipped, complimented the chef and headed off in the rain to order another cab back home to wait it out until calm was restored. 7.5/10 First things first. Wake up after a short and uneventful flight from Bangkok, head out into the blistering heat, walk 3 blocks and stand in line to eat what is reputed to be Chiang Mai's best Khao Soi. The line took about 10 minutes to dissipate, but the food took at least 30 minutes to come. Hungry revellers sitting anxiously twiddling thumbs around the table in expectation anxiety.
Our group were all slightly worse for wear and therefore needed the healing broth even more. It finally arrived, 4 steaming bowls of Khao Soi with the cripsy noodles layered atop. I dove in. Fuck me. This was already the best bowl I had eaten in my life. The next 15 minutes passed in slurping heaven, perfect noodles, moist chicken, crunchy noodles, mustard greens, red onion and specks of life-giving coriander all came together in a majestic symphony of flavours. 4 bowls left behind, scraped to the bone for the soup. Absolutely stunning, nothing can beat this? Surely? 10/10 Ichiran and Ippudo are simultaneously average, but sometimes offer a glimpse of real ramen flavour if you visit late at night or have gone months without. This time around I hadn't had a ramen in almost 6 months, and was at the airport with 3 hours to kill. Burger King, McDonalds or Ippudo. I went for the latter.
Having tasted their Tonkotsu broths before and never been largely impressed, I opted for the special Shoyu Bowl and found a quiet place away from people at the back. The bowl came, I kinda knew straight away this was going to be average. First sip the soup, SALT BOMB! I know it's Shoyu but holy hell this was literally just soy sauce. The pork was chewy, the egg was alright, the noodles were standard and the menma ok. A disappointing bowl, but you know it as soon as you enter. Its the lesser of a few evils. 4/10 The first time I visited Momotoko was their other downtown branch, and left with a slightly let-down feeling. The broth was a bit insipid, the pork, eggs, noodles were all just that bit average. They also threw in snap peas and arugula which I thought odd, but each to their own.
Daniel said they had improved so we decided to give them another shot. Drove out there with the cousins and piled in our orders before hiding in the corner (I ordered mine without corn of course). The next 10 minutes proved that progress is possible. All the elements were better than last time, even tho the broth still needs a bit of depth. Overall it was a good bowl of soup and one that I would have again if in Helsinki and suffering cravings. 7/10 Most of you know that Pho and Ramen are two of my favourite dishes, so I judge them punishingly hard based on 30+ years of gorging on one type or another, in their native countries and various others. Sometimes you find a jewel of a Pho place in the strangest corner (like Odesa) but this was not one of those cases.
The rain was pummelling down on us as we hurried to get a bite before the start of the Champions League final. We sat the sign barking at us from across the road and decided a hot, comforting bowl of Pho would be the perfect medicine for the match. We descended into the basement where a very hip crowd of mostly white people sat stuffing their faces with Vietnamese fare. I automatically worried. The service was decent, the prices rather insane, and the atmosphere slightly tacky. Beef pho with meatballs and rare steak. All in all the meat was decent, though some pieces had a rather mealy texture to them, the noodles were standard, the accompaniments all the usual (deep fried shallots too), but the main problem was the broth. Overly sweet, not balanced at all. The type of broth you take one spoonful and think this might be promising and then its all downhill after. I wouldn't return. It really was that sweet, an the price didn't hold back either. 5/10 My first day in the beautiful city of Lviv involved walking down a small side-street to find a Borscht restaurant. On the way back I saw a group of people hunched over bowls of what seemed like Ramen, so I had to go have a better look. Sure enough, Noa was newly opened, and serving up Lviv's answer to Ramen. I had to try it.
First off, every country has their own peculiar spin or style of ramen, the Eastern Europeans seemingly love lettuce and other vegetables like broccoli in theirs, which isn't always a success. I ordered the Chashu Ramen, hold the corn (and throw it into a dark dungeon somewhere). I'll start by pointing out that this chashu pork is up there with some of the best i've tried outside Japan. Utterly faultless, texture and flavour just utterly mesmerising. The egg too was perfectly cooked, perfectly prepared and the soy-marinate was not too strong or sweet. The broth itself had some staying power but was a little lacking in deep flavours, but the main culprit were the noodles. Home-made but with the texture of spaghetti thats both al dente and over-cooked at the same time. A bizarre experience. I went back another day to try the beef one (below) and the broth was better, fattier, deeper but the meat itself was chewy. Everything else was about the same as the Chashu bowl. Still, a medium-good bowl of Ramen trumps a lot of other things in my books. 6.5/10 It's always a gamble trying "ethnic fare" in small, strange places. However, sometimes you get a positive surprise.
Christina had mentioned that there was a small Pho place in a market area on the outskirts of Odesa. Curiosity got the better of me and I summoned an Uber and headed off for the 15 minute ride. The weather was blisteringly hot, but thankfully the restaurant had an indoor area with AC. I ordered a beef pho, and twiddled my thumbs in anticipation. What arrived at my table was actually pretty darn decent. It tasted better than some Pho i've even had in Vietnam, because the most important part (the broth) was on point. They had a few cultural differences including a hard boiled egg, but i'll let that slip. The beef wasn't exceptional quality, but the price reflected that. Everything else was surprisingly good, and I left with a full stomach and google translate compliments to the two Vietnamese chefs. 7/10 I'm not going to go through the usual rant about always wanting to try Ramen wherever I am. I spent an obscene amount of time at the immigration office getting my papers in order after my journey through Transnistria. Popped into a pub for a few beers to calm down afterwards and then ploughed through the rain to Kotobuki to try their ramen which came highly recommended.
The broth was pretty fair. The noodles were crap instant noodle pack ones so that was a let down. The egg was overcooked and not marinated, BUT the pork was some of the most tender pork I have eaten. Really superb. That bumped the ratings up by a full point due to its perfect melting deliciousness. Never discount the fact that ex-pats live all over the world and some of them are passionate about food, so it's always worth trying out. 6/10 I know... I know... Odessa, Ukraine? RAMEN? WTF?
After gorging myself silly in Kadikoy for 2 weeks straight, I just had to have a bowl of Ramen to restore peace and order in my soul. I was googling frantically the night before I flew to Odessa and noticed they had a spot that did Momo's & Ramen. How could I not try? Situated downtown, about 3 blocks from my Airbnb I ventured out on a blistery midday (perfect for ramen), and sat in the far corner, opposite to where the 20 or so other people were busy laughing, watching their iPhones and engaged in conversation. I found a corner with no neighbours and a wall to stare at. The bowl arrived. It looked rather odd, broccoli floating on top (I had asked for them to omit the corn, which they did) and all sorts of veggies that normally don't end up in a bowl of Ramen. Putting my predjudice aside, I sipped the broth.... actually pretty ok. Dashi-Shoyu-ish flavour. The noodles were far overcooked an mushy, the pork tasted good but was just regular stewed pork and had no marinade flavour. The egg was actually superb, very well cooked and marinated nicely. Shockingly enough, this was a better bowl of ramen than I have had anywhere in Oslo (shame on you), so never discount a place based on it's location. Last year, remember, Kazu in Slovakia had one of the best Shoyu Ramen outside of Japan. If you're ever in Odessa.., Try it. 6/10 I still maintain to this day that the Thukpa at Chinatown in Goa is the best i've ever had. No matter how many time's i've tried it in Nepal, North India, it never comes close to the depth of flavour there.
Norling was recommended to us by the bartender at CAFE WITH NO NAME, and she begged us to go there during our week stay in Kathmandu. We ended up heading there the very next day, climbed the steps with heavy legs (acclimatising to the altitude), and ordered steaming bowls to go with our beers. This was as close to good as we found in Kathmandu, and we tried quite a few spots. The broth was hearty and warming, and everything but the actual chicken was good. The meat was fried and dry, but leaving that aside this was Kathmandu's best bowl of Thukpa. 7/10 It's often a foolish pursuit to try Japanese dishes in strange places, Kathmandu, for example. However, due to the large amount of travellers, and ex-pats, sometimes there are people who know what they are doing and make a decent living from keeping their regulars happy.
This place is not one of those. Upon walking in you almost think you're in Shibuya at a small late-night ramen joint. There were basically only Japanese and Chinese tourists eating there while we hunted for a table away from preying eyes. The meal came, and just by looking at it you could tell this wasn't a winner. Surprisingly enough, the broth was semi-decent with some hits of ginger that crept in through international experiments. The noodles were extremely boring and overcooked and the pork was tough and chewy. They threw in some greens for good measure and didn't know what a marinated egg was so I let that slide. Fun to try new things, not always fun to pay for disappointing meals but it goes with the territory. 4/10 Nothing brings violence to my hearts core more than Tofu. Crippled sole inserts from 30 year old shoes laid out in rubbery fields to soak blandness up from dead rivers, only to be "kissed by the flame" in a void attempt of imparting any more flavour than nothingness possesses. Anyone who could make me eat Tofu and actually prefer it over literally any other ingredient on earth, deserves a Night-hood.
Moving along. This bowl of Vegan Ramen at Zest did indeed include the torment of Tofu, but had enough other options to disguise the floating particles of polystyrene. The broth was a deep shiitake flavour rounded off with some specks of chilli, seeds and fresh herbs. Noodle-wise, this wasn't a miracle, favouring the overcooked standard packet noodles you get all over India. Some cleverly selected vegetables and a surprising amount of depth from the broth left me only missing a nice piece of chashu or a perfectly boiled egg. Kudos to the chefs for obtaining so much umami from meatless, boneless stock. 7/10 Not many words are needed to describe the Thukpa at Chinatown when Kamal is in a good mood and on fire in the kitchen. Insane flavours, spicy, tons of garlic, amazing broth, tender chicken, herbs, vegetables, everything you need in a bowl. It cures most things in life.
9/10 (Agonda Beach Road)The stifling heat of Kerala was left behind by the night trains gentle rocking. Morning came, after a night full of disturbances from screaming kids and the snoring geriatric 30 centimetres from my bunk. Three buses, a rickshaw and a short stroll later I checked into my new abode on Agonda Beach.
First step: google Tibetan restaurants for Thukpa. Found one 20 meters away down the road and decided to wait until the next day to try it out for breakfast. Woke, showered, headed down, owner was a smiling Tibetan man who asked "You like spicy or non spicy?". I answered "spicy" of course, not knowing what I had gotten myself in to. Usually thukpa is not hot, so a spicy thukpa sounded like a relatively painless bowl of goodness. The meal came, I dove in. The broth was a little "cornflour-thick" but had some decent flavour and then the kick came. Blew my head off. I ate through the noodles and vegetables, choking on hidden chilis strewn all throughout the bowl like mines waiting to explode. I managed to eat 4/5ths of it before having to throw in the towel. My eyes were tearing up, my nose running, my throat and tongue numb and my stomach tense at the expectation of what was coming it's way. Apart from the intense shock of heat, the soup was a decent offering. Had better, had worse. Perhaps it was just what the doctor ordered to kill this lingering cold.... 6/10 (I/942, KB Jacob Rd, Fort Nagar, Fort Kochi)Knowing my propensity for pleasure found at the bottom of a bowl of noodles, it didn't take long to find another one. I landed late last night in Kochi after an uneventful flight from Malaysia. Managed to find the guesthouse and hit the hay around 3am. Woken numerous times by screaming kids, then by adults screaming at the screaming kids, I gave up sleep around midday and started searching for lunch.
Just down the lane was a highly rated Tibetan place which was perfect for a brunch-type deal. It was located after the turn in a very narrow alleyway, and another Indian restaurant had sprung a genius plan of sabotaging the Tibetan place by having a huge banner saying MOMOS on their wall so that the unsuspecting tourist would think this was the spot. In fact the real place was out of view around the corner. I almost got duped but had seen photos of the interior online so I knew something was fishy. I sat upstairs, away from the German tour groups peering eyes. Chicken Thukpa, Lime Soda plain no sugar no salt. The broth was rich and delicious, the noodles were the packet-type affair, the chicken was tender and the vegetables added a nice crunch. Delicious start to my 2 months in India. 7/10 Facing the prospect of a couple months without a bowl of Ramen, I made the snap decision to book a Grab taxi and head back to Bankara to sample their Tonkotsu bowl. Tomorrow heralds the departure to India for 2 months, where bowls of ramen will be swapped with rice and curry and the closest thing i'll come to a bowl of divine goodness will be Thukpa.
The last time I visited I opted for their signature ramen which was an oil slick of shame. This time I went for the tried and tested Tonkotsu which I've enjoyed more times than I can remember at their branch in Bangkok. The service on both occasions here is good, but they are a bit pushy in what THEY want YOU to eat, so you have to repeat yourself three times before they agree to let you decide your own fate. Mildly annoying. In the end, there are only so many adjectives one can use describing what is, in essence: Broth, Noodles, Meat, Egg, Garnishes. Pork was succulent and tender, egg was perfectly cooked, noodles had resistance, the woodear mushrooms are always a nice touch and the seaweed adds that funkiness. Relieved to have ended my 3 month ramen binge on a high note, slightly emotional at the unknown future, and glad to be heading to India to amp up the spices. 7.5/10 (the branch in Bangkok is better) (41, Jalan Kuchai Maju 7)Having spent the better part of the day moving from Chinatown over to Bangar, and sorting out practical stuff that took far longer than anticipated, I was left with the horrifying discovery that it was 7pm and I hadn't eaten yet.
Torazou had been on my list for a while now, but being quite a trek outside of the city-centre, I never made it. Until today. The Grab taxi pulled up outside my hotel after performing hi-jinx U-turn maneouvers in the middle of the road. He started driving, checked his map, turned around and said "Oh traffic! 29 minutes". I braced myself. 23 minutes later we pulled up outside the restaurant in a part of KL I would never otherwise explore. Ordered the regular ramen and an Asahi and sat watching at least 20 people clutching their chopsticks like life-vests and pummelling the bowl. Was it worth the trip? Yes. This wasn't amazing ramen, although the actual noodles were great since they are made fresh in house. The broth had a decent enough flavour but was left lacking a bit in the depth department. The pork also had too high a ratio of fat-meat on it so you felt like you only got fat and not enough texture. The egg was strong average. Service-wise it was great, the location was quirky and i'm sure people who live nearby just congregate here instead of driving to Bankara since its aaaalmost as good without the hassle of leaving your neighbourhood. 7/10 (Berjaya Times Square, 2nd Floor, East Wing)The sun here is beginning to take its toll. 34 degree days, leaving my hotel room showered and ready to face anything the day spins at me, only to walk 500 meters and be reduced to a sweating, pale imitation of myself. The humidity is killer. It doesn't even let up at night. With all that in mind, I decided to throw a triumphant fist in the air and march the 3.2 kilometres to try out a new ramen spot achieving suspiciously high reviews across the board for their brand of Tori Paitan soup.
My previous experiences in Thailand and Indonesia with this arm of the ramen octopus had been grave affairs. Nanase's broth had the texture of thick gravy, and Seirock-Ya's was just far too fatty. I buckled down and found the place at the far end of a corridor with only vacant store-fronts. There was one customer in there attacking his bowl with gusto (I always eat at odd times so the restaurants are invariably empty, kinda the plan). I sat as far away from him as possible, affording him time for his broth-meditation, and me less chance of looking like a total plum for photographing my food from multiple angles. The cheery waitress set the bowl of ramen down in front of me and i got that immediate feeling that this was going to be a good one. First step, taste the broth. Deep, flavoursome, rich but not too rich, lots of great chicken flavour without the thick-gravy-fat assault of previous tries. Onto specifics. The noodles were your standard thin wheat ramen type. Sufficient. The pork was cut slightly thicker, but still fell apart at the touch and had a nice rich marinade taste. The egg was a touch on the sweet side, too much Mirin perhaps. All things considered this was a superb bowl of Ramen. I devoured it as quickly as I could but found the mountain unsurmountable and had to throw in the towel with 1/4 to go. The waitress seemed disappointed, but I convinced her I had enjoyed it. Definitely a spot to check out if you're passing through KL. 8/10 (86, Jalan Tun H S Lee, City Centre, 50050 Kuala Lumpur)Malaysian (Chinese) Beef noodles are very different to the type i'm most used to from Taiwan. There is always beef balls (something I never got in Taipei) and the broth is sweeter, the noodles generally thinner and most bowls are loaded with tripe (which I asked to kindly forego).
However, two of the highest rated one's in Kuala Lumpur are literally 200 and 160 meters respectively from my hotel. The first one I tried last week, was great, so today I figured I might as well check out the competition. This place was three times the size, and equally packed. I seemed to have arrived at the perfect time because as soon as I sat down throngs of locals turned up and had to wait. I ordered the small bowl of beef ball noodles and a 100 plus. It was 34 degrees. Stiflingly hot. The city heaved under the pressure of the humidity. Cars added insult to injury, but inside was fairly ok. The labouring AC machines working overtime to keep the fire at bay. The food was delicious. Completely different to Shin Kee down the road which was a clearer soup, different noodles and had minced beef added too. The beef balls here tasted better and had a more pleasant texture, the noodles were better over there, but the most important thing: the broth, was a dead tie. Tho differing in taste and recipe, they both had their plus and minus points. I'll give this head-to-head a draw. 7.5/10 (Lot T-028, Level 3 Mid Valley Megamall)Cloistered in the far realms of seedy city life, in shopping malls never visited or heard of, lay the forbidden kingdom of Bankara Ramen. A ramen shop that I visit religiously in Bangkok, due to it being the best in town (in a very very competitive market). I was thrilled to discover they have 2 branches in KL, and after Arsenal's loss to Liverpool last night and the subsequent consolation binge, it was the only food I really craved.
I popped down in my GRAB taxi, found the place located on the 3rd floor near the cinema, got a seat next to a partition so I only had one human being to be nervous about, and decided to order their special ramen for the hell of it (since i'd eaten their Tonkotsu countless times). It ended up being a bad decision. The beer did little to assuage the incredible punishment of the night before. Sweaty palms, fear of humans, desire to lie in an ice bath and drink Margaritas.... the bowl arrived. I sipped the broth. It was diabolically fatty. I ate what I could of the noodles, the charshu was meltingly brilliant, the egg nothing to complain about, the menma had that strong aftertaste of overpowering sesame oil, but the main traitor was the broth... 5 sips and I was done. I had barely made an impact on the bowl at all. I felt sheepish, guilty. Beside me a 13 year old Asian girl rabidly attacked a bowl twice the size, forcing mouthfuls of noodles into her mouth quicker than she could chew or swallow, punishing herself in some hair-brained fear that the bowl may be taken away, and she would be rendered an Oliver going up to the headmaster trembling asking "More please, Sir". My beer was exhausted so I waited for the waiter to walk to the other side of the room, and ran to the counter with my bill, paid, and vanished before they could see what a pathetic shell of a man I was. The road to hell is paved with food inventions. 4/10 (7a, Jalan Tun Tan Cheng Lock, City Centre)Today is a hot one. Probably not the right temperature for a steaming bowl of hot noodle soup, but that has never stopped me before.
Since my first few visits to KL in the early 2000's, i've walked past this nondescript stall a hundred times without bothering to go in and try the food. Having decided this time to try and only eat at new places, I figured it was high time to give the Beef Noodles here a go. The place was packed. Promising. I had to share a table with an old man reading comics. I ordered the special beef ball soup and watched as the waiter ran frantically around the shop hurling bowls to impatient customers. Delicious soup. First taste of the broth, spot on. Tremendous amount of flavour from a soup that looked so "thin". The two types of noodles were both excellent, the pieces of beef succulent and tender. The beef balls too were surprisingly good. At 1 Euro 50 for a bowl, you can hardly get a better or cheaper lunch anywhere. 7.5/10 (50, Jalan Doraisamy, Chow Kit)One of the highlights of travelling extensively in Malaysia/Singapore is the opportunity to eat authentic Laksa literally anywhere. I read about Limapulo a couple of years ago, but since its out of the central loop that I normally stay in, I gave it a miss last year but promised if I came back to KL I would make a point of it.
Keeping my word I headed out by Grab taxi at midday to find the bowl of Laksa that has garnered praise both online and in print media. Everything is painstakingly cooked from fresh, and when you know how many ingredients go into a Laksa, you'll understand the commitment. The place itself is quite different to how I imagined, i'd almost say "Trendy", but still retaining some old-world charm with the shutters and wooden details. I quickly ordered a Nyonya Laksa and a coke and sat back taking it all in. Within minutes the huge bowl was placed in front of me, camera-out, then spoon-in. The broth was exceptional. Fatty but in a curry-paste way, not in a pieces of white animal fat way. Both noodle types were great, the condiments and literally everything in the bowl just added to the experience and nothing took away from it. The sambal added that nice background heat, and the calamansi: some freshness. It cost just under 3 US Dollars. Utter steal for the quality, and quantity of the food. I could hardly eat half of it and had to politely excuse myself, convincing them it was delicious but just too much food. Worth getting out of the centre and taking a trip to. Be sure to carefully read their opening times, and days they serve Laksa, it varies a lot throughout the week. 8/10 |
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