Nasi briyani costs a fortune, and they don't cook Maggi goreng like they used to. But I am still tempted to order these. Along with C on night excursions, I am reliving my Mamak supper days of old.
There's this stall in Puchong that sells Sarawak noodles: Sarawak laksa, kampua (not kolo) mee. Can't say the former is that authentic, the latter is though.
Treat by G, never seen these dishes before, and durian cendol that melts in your mouth.
These photos had better be worth it. The young towkay kept eyeing me each time I took pictures... mayhaps we'll see a 'no pictures' sign the next time we visit.