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had nasi kandar at the mamak and omg… the sheer chaos of it is what makes it perfect. you point at the dishes, the guy piles everything onto your plate, and suddenly you’ve got rice drowning in like five different curries. it looks messy but tastes like heaven.

i had fried chicken, some okra, and of course the kuah banjir (they just flood the plate with curry). every bite is a mix of flavors—spicy, tangy, a little sweet—and you can’t really tell where one ends and the other begins. that’s the magic.

the mamak vibe makes it even better. sitting there late at night with bright lights and fans spinning, people ordering teh tarik, the smell of food everywhere… it just feels alive. eating nasi kandar isn’t fancy, but it makes you feel full in the best way possible.

went to the mamak and had roti canai earlier… honestly, nothing compares. the moment it hits the table—crispy edges, soft fluffy middle, still warm—it’s game over. tearing it apart with your hands just makes it taste better somehow.

i had mine with dhal and a little sambal, and it was perfect. the curry soaks into the roti just enough without making it soggy, and every bite is a mix of crunchy, chewy, and spicy. sometimes i’ll add a teh tarik on the side, and suddenly life feels complete.

the best part of eating roti canai at a mamak isn’t even the food—it’s the vibe. you sit there under the bright lights at 1am, fans spinning overhead, people chatting at other tables, football on the tv… it feels alive. it’s the kind of place where you can go with friends, family, or even alone, and it still feels right.

had laksa at a roadside stall with a friend today and wow… it just hit different. the broth was hot and tangy, super fragrant with all the spices, and the noodles soaking it all up? chef’s kiss.

we were just sitting there under the little stall canopy, sweating from the steam of the soup and the weather, but still slurping like it was the best thing ever (because it was). the fish flakes, the cucumber, the mint leaves on top—it all just came together perfectly. every bite had that sour-spicy combo that makes you keep going even when your lips are burning.

honestly, roadside laksa has a vibe you can’t get anywhere else. it’s messy, it’s loud, but it feels real. sharing that moment with a friend, laughing while trying not to splash soup everywhere—it’s the kind of simple memory that sticks.

went to hj samuri in kajang with my family and had satay tonight. honestly nothing beats it. the smell hits you first, all that smoky grilled meat, and then when it arrives on the table… straight heaven.

the chicken satay was juicy, the beef had that nice chew, and dipping it in the peanut sauce?? unmatched. the sauce is like the real mvp—sweet, nutty, a little spicy, and it just ties everything together. add some nasi impit, cucumber, and onions on the side and you’ve got the perfect combo.

eating satay with family always feels fun, because everyone’s just reaching for sticks and laughing over who took the last one. hj samuri really makes it an experience too—the vibe there is busy but warm, like you’re part of something bigger than just dinner.

Had nasi lemak this morning and omg it never fails. The smell of the rice cooked with coconut milk just makes me happy before I even take a bite. I got the basic one—rice, sambal, anchovies, peanuts, cucumber, and egg. Simple but perfect.

The sambal was just the right kind of spicy, like it burns a little but you keep going anyway. Then you get that crunch from the ikan bilis and peanuts… ughhh so good. Even the cucumber feels important, like it saves you from dying from the heat.

I don’t know why but nasi lemak always feels comforting. Maybe it’s because I grew up eating it, maybe it’s because it’s literally everywhere here, but it just feels right. Some people like it fancy with fried chicken or squid, but honestly the plain version still slaps.

ate rendang at a kenduri today and wow… i forgot how good it is. the beef was so soft it just melted, and the gravy was thick and full of spices. you can tell it’s been cooking for hours because every bite is just packed with flavor.

rendang isn’t the kind of thing you eat every day, so having it at a kenduri makes it feel even more special. like you’re sitting there with a plate of rice, rendang, maybe some other lauk, and suddenly you’re just so thankful food like this exists.

the taste is hard to explain—it’s spicy, a little sweet, and kinda nutty from the coconut. the heat builds up but you don’t stop, you just keep going. pair it with plain rice and it’s basically perfect.