Day 1:
Khir and Terry were kind enough to pick us up from the airport, and take us straight-away to dinner at a Chinese restaurant that was open late. It was hopping with young people, and the outdoor seating was more than welcome since it was still quite hot and humid at 11pm.
The word 'otak' means brains, but repeated twice it means 'that which looks like brains'--in this case, fish cake barbecued in a banana leaf. (On a similar linguistic note, the word 'layang' is the verb 'to fly', while layang-layang modifies it to mean, literally, 'that which glides'--the word for kite!).
Day 2:
For lunch, Khir brought us to the famous Victory Restaurant on Arab street (which was apparently recently featured in Gourmet magazine) to try murtabak. Just like pizza is called calzone when it's folded over on itself before cooking, murtabak is quite similar to paratha. Here's a shot of Khir ordering for us, as well as a little bit of the preparation.
It's typically eaten with a curry on the side. We had both a chicken and a fish curry for dipping.
Ok, gotta split this one into two posts...
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