2.15pm: touched down in Sydney.
6.00pm: dinner at Mamak, Chatswood.
There’s pretty much no other way I would have wanted my first few hours back on home soil to go down. Every time I visit, Mamak is usually my first stop and also my last, enroute to the airport.
I don’t know what it is about this place. Ok I lie, I do, it’s that the food is traditional, tasty and nuthin-but-awesome. From the roti-tossing in the window to the tangy, tasty curries. The best satays I’ve had outside of Malaysia, to the milo ais, which admittedly anyone can make at home but somehow tastes better there. It’s the roti bom. The buttery, condensed milk goodness. Because condensed milk makes everything better.
kangkung in belachan
Well, they must be doing something right. When they had the solitary branch in Chinatown, I queued. We all queued. Trust me, you’d queue. And now that they have offsprung a branch in Chatswood, we are still queuing around the block for a taste of their grub.
My friend commented that their menu was a little small but you know what? I don’t mind it. They know what they do well and they stick to that. In fact, many other restaurants could probably take a leaf from that book!
Anyway, if any of y’all not from Sydney ever come and wanna try Mamak, you needn’t look any further for a dinner buddy
Shop P9, 1-5 Railway Street
02 9411 4411