Category: Food and Drink

  • Annalakshmi

    Around Malaysia, India, Singapore, Australia, and now San Francisco, you can sometimes happen across one of a chain of restaurants known as Annalakshmi.  These are tasty vegetarian restaurants that serve all-you-can-eat buffets as well as a wide range of drinks and breads at a price that can’t be beat: whatever you feel like paying.  If you check out the SF branch’s website, you can find out all about its principles of athithi dhevo bhava (The Guest is God) and the fact that it’s staffed only by volunteers.  What they don’t tell you is that it’s nice because it gives you Indian food off-the-beaten-path.  There are no standard veggie Indian dishes like regular dhal or vegetable samosas or whatever.  Instead, you get food that grandmothers cook, weird dishes without regular names or, oftentimes, identifiable ingredients.  But it’s all vegetarian, so you know you can’t get in too much trouble.

    We went to the KL outlet last night for our dinner.  There is a woman who works there refilling the chafing dishes and stewpots who is very very nice, and who clearly has an interest in creating and nurturing vegetarians.  She always asks us "Do you take vegetarian food always?", to which we always answer "usually."  Last night she followed up with a new one: "Is it for compassionate reasons?"  Tough to figure out how to answer that, because in reality, it’s not.  But we nodded politely and helped ourselves to an unidentified mushroomy fried thing.  We think that in the grand scheme of things, it’s the ends that matter, not the means.

  • Time, Food, Language

    The worst thing about flying across the world is how much your body fights it.  The other night we slept from 7 until 7, which was great.  Last night we slept from 9 until 4:15 AM, by which time we were fully awake.  So we flipped on the TV and caught the end of the Italy-Ukraine game, and then tried to go back to sleep; didn’t work.  The other problem here is that it really doesn’t get light out until 7:30 AM, which just messes with you.  So we’ve been up already for about six hours, and it’s not even lunch time yet.  We’ll have to really try hard to stay up late enough tonight…we have a date to watch the England-Portugal match at 9:00 this evening.

    Food here is still good.  We went to our favorite bread place last night and had idli (sourdough steamed rice buns), masala dosai (fried bread wrapped around potato curry), paper dosai (fried bread just served with curry, and roti telur (pulled flaky wheat bread with egg).  Yum.  We’ve been having long discussions this morning about where to go for dinner tonight: it’s a fight between our favorite Chinese fast food and our favorite Chinese hawker stalls.

    Last night we had a fun cab ride with a Malay guy who lamented how the Chinese and Indians never want to speak Malay.  We had forgotten the delicate dance of languages here.  Most everyone speaks some sort of Malay and English, but Malay people love it if you try to speak Malay.  Chinese and Indian Malaysians prefer English to Malay, and you can look like a fool if you try to speak Malay to them–they probably can respond, but they’d prefer not to.  Of course, if we spoke Cantonese/Hokkien or Tamil we’d do better, but we definitely cannot.  Just another part of the constant barrage of race, ethnicity, religion, and "multiculturalism" that is part of every aspect of life here in Malaysia.