kuali
I have been suffering withdrawals. Malaysian food withdrawals to be exact. And, in my persistent stubbornness, I’ve refused to try to sate them. “It won’t be the saaaame!” I moan. “I don’t want tooooo!” I protest. So I am suitably sien (which is hokkein for a cross between tired and non-plussed) when (having neglected to make a booking for my mother’s birthday myself) my dad calls me up to say “We’ve booked at Kuali for tonight. See you then.”



