Food is Malaysia comes in many forms – an exhausting amount of forms in fact – but it also comes in many price brackets.
I am staggered as to how a little pack of nasi lemak can cost a few ringgitt on the street, while cost RM10 (ish) in a cafe and up to RM30 in a high end restaurant. Surely its the same thing? Why pay 30 times as much for the same thing?
This is a dilemma that leads me from admiring the menus at high-end Malay restaurants and wincing at the price tag, to them admiring the price at the market and wincing at the flies that are getting their feet sticky in the rendang. Usually, the toss up ends with embracing the market food, chucking at the cheapness and devouring the spicy dishes in all their gooey deliciousness without worrying too much about hygiene, and I do tend to turn my nose up at serious, high-end Malay restaurants were the prices make my eyes water; ‘it’s not worth it’ I mutter with a head shake.
But…but…then I went to Songket last week and it got me thinking. A plate of nasi lemak was RM15.90++ (with a drink and dessert), but my goodness was it worth the money. The ingredients were fresh, everything was made from scratch, and the food just seemed to have more taste somehow. And it wasn’t swimming in oil and ghee, and there were no chewy, skinny bits of fat. It was nasi lemak how it
should be.
And then I started thinking about other Malay food experiences – what about good old Madame Kwan? The food there is good, and yes you are paying to some extent for the aircon and the table, but when its pouring with rain outside, that doesn’t seem such a bad option.
But then I stroll down to the market on a sunny evening and the food there makes me salivate…and I am back to square one.
To market or not to market? Restaurants or stalls?
I just don’t know.
























