palm grove mamak

February 28, 2011

“Y’know what’s even better than mamak for supper? Mamak for dinner.”

It seems so long ago since that evening (and that tweet). I can hardly believe that almost two months have passed since I boarded a plane from Malaysia back home and away from the food, the smells, the shopping and my giant extended family. So humor me, if you will, as I post sporadically about my trip. Because sharing it with all of you makes it real again, somehow.

It was a balmy Malaysian summer night when my fifth uncle (who has for years been endearingly known as Uncle Fat*) rocked up at our Ah-Kong’s place in Southern Park, Klang norton software herunterladen telekom hilfe.

“Hey, you been to mamak yet?” he said. “I want to go there for dinner.”

My ears perked up.

“It’s changed hands you know. They upgraded. I think you’ll like it.”

Understatement of the century.

Palm Grove mamak is a mainstay of my infrequent trips back “home”.

It’s where I went as a gangly five year old in a singlet and shorts to eat roti with my fingers whilst the uncles and auties talked family business which means downloading in Arabic.

It’s where I went with my cousins as a non-Hokkien speaking tween to drink enough teh-o-ais-limau to render me an insomniac.

It’s where I bumped into Lex as a somewhat-Hokkien speaking teenager who was missing her English speaking friends.

And it’s where I went as a twenty-something year old eldest cousin of a gaggle of Malaysian cousins to eat dinner with my uncles, aunties, parents and grandparents on the recommendation of Uncle Fat.

The orders came thick and fast – so fast even that I had no idea what anyone had ordered until it arrived at the table schriftarten herunterladen pages.

Trays of drinks came first. The ubiquitous teh tarik, pulled from a glass into a metal can and back again. Teh-o ais limau (black tea with kalamansi lime) on ice for ultimate refreshment. “Kurang manis” (less sugar) for the old and borderline diabetic.

Then dosai and an amble over to the counter to collect bowls of fish curry, dahl and a chutney made of ground up coconut and spices.

First plain and then another, with egg and pickled vegetables folded through the mix. Crispy edges, soft centred. A sour hit on the back of the palate and then more download instagram story pc.

Tear. Dip. Dunk. Squish. Chew. Swallow. Repeat.

And again as hands flew around the table.

“Try this one!” they said to me as I tried to wipe the grease off my camera. “No, this one! You won’t have tried anything like this before.”

But having paid upwards of RM15 ($5) for it in Sydney, there was only one thing I really wanted weatheronline for free. Roti pratha. Three of them. For myself if you please.

“You know” I said in between mouthfuls, “in Sydney the fresh roti like this costs $5 each”.

“Five ringgit right?” they said, eyes wide open.

“No. Dollars. Australian dollars.”

Mental calculations were done. A pause.

“Well you’d better eat it here while you can!” they said.

And I did.

More food steam 2 games at the same time. This time a tom yum fried rice, so deliciously sour and hot that I didn’t care that it wasn’t Malaysian, and a plate of fried kway teow that made me wish I’d stuck to roti.

So it was no huge surprise, then, that the first item of order on my return to Malaysia from a brief stint in Egypt was to organise a return visit.

Eight cousins. Change in our pockets. Bellies full of barbecued meats.

“We’ll only order a bit” said one.

“How many chicken do you want?” said another powerpoint karaoke herunterladen.

A chorus of voices.

They landed on our plate with a clatter and soon there was nothing but cries of “Ouch! It’s hot!” and “I want that piece”.

More dosai. More pratha.

And then…

“Hey we should get your special” said Bryan to Anne.

“Yah! I asked them to make it for me one time and now its on their menu.”

A square of roti landed on the table, redolent in garlicky butter photoshop brush free german.

“Garlic pratha!” came the exclamation and one and all dove in.

Which got me thinking. Roti tisu has become near extinct in Malaysia since the one big chain that served them went bust. But I wanted some. Paper thin pastry covered in a layer of butter, sugar and condensed milk. a toothachey heart attack on a plate.

“Do you think they could…” I started.

“I’ll try to explain” said Bryan and Ben whatsapp again.

Urrrrggghhhh… Ahhhhhh!!! Ohhhhh….

I have no words.

We ordered four and ate them until the plates were left bare.

The tables were scattered with a multitude of coloured plates when we left.

The brand new concrete slab protected our toes from the muddy ground.

Discovery channel played on the big screen.

I won the fight for the bill (hah!)

I have no idea how I slept afterwards programm um filme zu downloaden.

(*though he should probably be known now as Uncle Not-So-Fat due to his rigorous and methodical eating habits)

Palm Grove Mamak
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  • #1
    February 28th, 2011

    Its like I died and went to heaven.

    loved this post, nothing like remeniscing about travel memories to get over post holiday depression, yes its been 2 months but im sure you are still craving some of that roti tisu.. i know I would be!

  • #2
    February 28th, 2011

    Loved this post!! xx

  • #3
    February 28th, 2011

    Haha, it seems that all families have an “Uncle Fat” – I do, and my husband does in his family too!

  • #4
    February 28th, 2011

    Oh how I miss the ultra-cheap, ultra-tasty food of Malaysia. This looks like one hell of a feast!

  • #5
    March 1st, 2011

    Damn I miss Malaysia as well. Forget the touristy hotspots, give me places like this any day

  • #6
    March 1st, 2011

    What a great post. Makes me wish I had some huge extended family living somewhere in Malaysia that I could go and visit and who would take me out for amazing feasts.

  • #7
    March 1st, 2011

    roti pratha is so cheap and delicious back in Malaysia! missing that alot!

  • #8
    March 3rd, 2011

    Its been so long since i went back to Malaysia… and everytime i have been back, my parents seem to think that i can’t stomach “local” food, so I havent had the fortune of trying out such amazing dishes! will be book marking this for an inevitable impending trip to Malaysia sometime in the future!

  • #9
    March 5th, 2011

    And the mystery of “how Shez met Lex” is finally solved…sort of

    So is the mystery of why we always end up going home, although I guess we knew the answer to that one already.

  • #10
    March 6th, 2011

    Keep indulging us with your travel posts, loving them and the food you are sharing with us.

  • #11
    March 12th, 2011

    my turn to go home in 2 months 🙂 mamak here I come! and BKT and banana leaf and pan min and lok lok and asam laksa with the correct type of noodles. <3

  • #12
    March 15th, 2011

    Aww..I’m gonna miss all the Malaysian food after I leave..D:
    Will you be coming in May? I’ll bring you to another mamak called Murni…

  • #13
    March 17th, 2011

    lol – I had a similar conversation in Malaysia about roti 😛

    And I hear Klang has the best bak kut teh… though I didn’t get around to it 🙁