We had the benefit of a 20% off voucher, picked up at a recent food festival in Woking, and so H and I decided to go for Sunday lunch.
People, this is not a drill. Sound the sirens, grab the megaphones and wear loose-fitting trousers – I went to a restaurant serving real roti canai.
Feast your eyes on these beauties.
Look at the photo below. LOOK AT IT!
I ate that in London!
In all conversations about what we should eat when in Malaysia, the top of our must-haves list was roti canai (pronounced “rote-ee chan-i”).
I touched on this delectable bread a while ago in a post on the rotee stalls that lurk seductively around Thailand’s streets. Roti canai can be found on similar stalls, but is exceedingly common in the many Indian restaurants that inhabit the Malaysian food scene.
H spent some of his formative years in Malaysia, and fondly remembers breakfast roti with fish curry as a Sunday treat. Served with a frothy mug of teh tarik (tea sweetened with condensed milk and poured at a distance from cup to cup to aerate it), he reckons it is one of the finest ways to start the day.