The food we had in Malaysia were absolutely delicious. In particular, the street food in Kuala Lumpur was super tasty! We did most of our eating around where we were staying – in Chinatown.
Our very first bite was satay from a tiny street stall called Zainal Satay. The aroma from the smoke off the barbecue lured us in. The skewers were nice and juicy (the beef better than the chicken) and the peanut sauce tangy and chunky.
Another fantastic food hawker offering is one that has a multitude of food-on-sticks from which to choose and the options of them being barbecued for you or deep fry them yourself at your table. From fish and meat to veggies and whatever tofu classifies as, our favourites were the bacon and the satay. The atmosphere is lively and hectic, orders being yelled out in all directions, high turn over, and lots of laughter.
Only slightly off the road was a food court called Wai Sek Kai (aka Gluttony Lane). It was a little confusing at first but we finally figured out our way around (order at one of the stalls along the perimeter, can be from multiple, then take a seat and they’ll find you). Matt had a tasty spicy mango salad and I a BBQ pork noodle soup (slurpy and scrumptious).
Next it was Nyonya cuisine – a blend of Malay, Chinese, and other epicurean influences, and what my mother described as one of her favourite foods when she was here in the ’70s. We ventured to the Old China Cafe, which had an absolutely ideal atmosphere.
We had the Nyonya Rendang Chicken, which came in a creamy broth with a wonderful heat (not a kick-you-in-the-back-of-the-throat heat but a nice friendly pleased-to-meet you heat), and Baby Kailan (a green leafy vegetable sauteed with a fantastic sauce and crunchy garlic on top). This was quite possible our best meal in Malaysia.
Moral of the food story is, it seems hard to eat wrong.