I never like to get my hopes up when I read or hear about a food establishment supposedly serving up the best of something. “Best coffee in Sydney”, “Best Sushi”, “Best Pizza.” Personal tastes vary so much so how can one persons love of something be loved by me? I am a little on the fussy-side, after all.
Not even two blocks from where I work is a place that has recently been brought to my attention. Malay-Chinese Takeaway. The name has no appeal but what it dishes up, apparently does.
Pffft! Yeah right. If you’ve tried a laksa in every place you can get one in this town you can justafiably make this kind of bold and powerful claim. I doubt very much anybody has. There’s only one way to find out. And no, I haven’t tried all the laksa’s in this town.
So I decide to wear a black shirt to work today in anticipation of doing a Jackson Pollock all over myself with turmeric-tinted Malaysian soup. Lucky for us, 30¢ will buy an über-cool bib that gives sufficient chest-coverage for the over-enthused slurper amongst us. The choice of laksa’s is as varied as the next joint and about the same price structure as well. Today’s choice – prawn laksa (9.6).