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| Pan Mee seems to be a Johorian specialty. So so good. Handmade noodles, extra anchovies, ground pork, spice, and more spice. Slap yo mama good. |
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| Otak Otak. In Malay it means Brains Brains, so Rose and I call it zombie food. They call it brains because of the off gray color and strange texture. It's indescribably good. You take really fresh fish, ocean fish, pound out the flesh into a protein paste, mix in spices and chiles, wrap in bamboo, and grill over charcoal. It's smoky, spicy, sweet, fishy, awesome. |
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| Our local temple isn't really local anymore. We used to live next to this one; now we have to drive across town. Still worth it. Strong strong spirits here. If you don't believe in Gods, go to this temple, in Taman Tampoi Indah, and go to the back room, dedicated to the Gods that guide spirits to the aftwerworld. If you don't feel anything in that room, you may already be dead, starring in a straight to video M Night Shamylan movie. |
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| Our local park. This Taman (neighborhood) is the boom shizzle. |
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| SO DARN CUTE!!!! |
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| Malaysians aren't afraid of corporate branding. Neither is Rose. |
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| There are at least three types of Laksa in Malaysia. The most famous is Penang. DO NOT EAT THIS. So damn gross. The local one for my family is Nyonya Laksa. MMMMMMM.... Some of my best meals have been Melaka Nyonya Laksa. I finally got to try the third: Sarawak Laksa. Very very tasty. There is a strong peppery overtone from white pepper. Delicious. |
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| Rose was there to capture the elated moment when I finally resurrected Shrek. He'd been disassembled for a month. Emirates airlines took a crack at killing him. But he's back baby!!!!!! |
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| I know, I know, it's immature. But if you can't laugh at a restaurant named You Fuck, well, you just need to laugh more that's all. . . |