Aish -- this used to be my favorite can't-fail always-absolutely-superb Malay restaurant. Guaranteed to be packed, few farangs ever present, and spicy, tasty, superb foodie food. Floors so greasy you had to step lightly, infallable recommendations, and nasi lemak to make you realize you've never tasted nasi lemak before.
But with the coming of the new year, the last three visits have left me with one sure belief: their old cook quit. or died. or ran off to singapore to cook the few meals I ate there. in any case, they must have changed their cook. The food is now lousy. Every now and then, there's a standout -- last week's Roti Canai (not pictured) was amazing. Perfect buttery fried roti, with a small bowl of amazing tasty chicken curry. The ice kachang was fantastic and weird.
but everything else form the last thee visits -- bland hainan chicken with dry rice, (again, dry) beef rendang that bore no semblance to the firey bold rendang of visits past, a char kueh teow that tasted like midwest Mall-sold pad thai (actually, it tasted like noodles in a thick brown sauce). an inedible nasi lemak. a barely-okay roti canai (pictured).
Last night, I asked for a dish that would slap me in the face with the flavors. I mimed it out, to be sure she understood. the waitress thought for but a second before recommending homemade tofu. "are you sure? I want to be slapped with taste!" again, I mimed a slap followed by an explosive smile at a plate. she nodded, "yes, with pork!" I gave it a shot, and -- unlike any amazing tofu dish I've ever had -- and just like every bland boring tofu & vegetable plate I've ever regretted -- this was edible. and that's really kind of it.
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