Thursday, February 27, 2014

JoJo's Little Kitchen

Jojo's Little Kitchen 
The Strand
Kota Damansara
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia


Figure 1: Jojo's Chilli Pan Mee

In Western culture, the number 7 is thought to be a lucky number. Many would argue that this notion has its roots in the Bible, which tells us that the universe was created in 7 days, the Passover is 7 days long, Jericho's walls fell on the 7th day after 7 priests with 7 trumpets marched around the city 7 times, and so on and so forth. 

However, in Chinese culture, the number 8 is believed to bring luck, fortune, happiness and prosperity. This is probably because chili pan mee is item #8 on Jojo's menu. 

I've done my research. 


Figure 2: Eyes on the prize


Figure 3: Noodle porn

Jojo's is a chain of noodles shops in Kuala Lumpur that specialises in pan mee (板麺), which translates into "flat flour noodles". This is a completely inadequate name that fails to encapsulate the glorious deliciousness that pan mee actually is. A symphony of taste and texture, pan mee is composed of seasoned pork mince, runny poached egg, fried anchovies (they call it ikan bilis), chili sambal, potato leaves and freshly made noodles. The result is one of the most addictive dishes I've ever eaten.



Figure 4: Incognito 

Jojo's has several branches dotted around Kuala Lumpur, but the Kota Damansara one was the closest to my office. If you end up coming here, don't panic when you see the blinds are pulled down - this is just to block out the sweltering hot Malaysian sun. Just walk around the side and you'll find a little haven of wooden chairs and tables adequately ventilated by many, many electric fans. The staff (who I'm told are exclusively from Burma) are fast, efficient, and if you stare at them too much while they're taking your order, they get really shy and embarrassed and start smiling at the floor. 


Figure 5: Lunch time


Figure 6: Tick or tin?

The Ang Moh's Guide to Ordering Pan Mee

1. Order item #8 from the waiter - the actual name is lat jiu pan mee (辣椒板麺), but I recommend the point-and-smile if you're unsure.

2. Choose thick or thin noodles - I always choose thick. But you can choose whatever you want. I won't judge you. Much.

3. Order a drink - Jojo's serves some awesome stuff like three-layered tea, soya cincau (tastes better than it looks) and a wicked sweet honey-lemon juice. Also, if you want bottled water, you say "mineral water", and it costs RM 1.80. If you want a glass of water, you say "drinking water, cold" and it costs RM 0.80. You probably don't care about that, but it took me forever to figure out what the difference was and it drove me insane. 


Figure 7: Perfection, every time

The most important thing you need to know about Jojo's pan mee is the key ingredient: the chili sambal (sauce). Whether or not you have the right amount of sambal will make or break your pan mee experience. Too little, and your pan mee will lack that amazing kick that only Jojo's chili sambal can deliver. Too much, and your head will explode and you'll be ordering glass upon glass of RM 0.80 drinking water to put out the flames. I recommend taking out half of the sambal (you can scoop it out easily as the ingredients come in cute little sections), and adding it back in if you can handle it. Try not to do it in front of any Malaysians though. You will be ridiculed. 


Figure 8: The secret ingredient 


Figure 9: Slurp

The second most important thing you must know about pan mee is: you have to completely go nuts on it with your chopsticks and mix it up until it looks like the above photo. A lot of my expat friends tried eating pan mee starting with the pork, then eating the egg separately, then munching on the anchovies here and there before rounding on the noodles. This was very upsetting. To enjoy pan mee the way it's meant to be enjoyed, you gotta work it girlfriend. 


Figure 10: Officially missing you

The CEO of the startup I was working for (his name is Vincent) is crazy about Jojo's chili pan mee. He will always tell any newcomers that it's the most delicious thing in the universe and make a point to do at least one round every time he flies into Kuala Lumpur to see the Malaysia office. I used to laugh at him for being so obsessed with the stuff, but now that I'm back in Australia, I finally understand. There is now a gaping hole in my life that can only be filled with Jojo's chili pan mee. And I guarantee you that once you've tried it, you will never find anything else quite like it. 

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Together in Paris Lembongan


Figure 1: Rue Berbisey

This is where my friendship with Alexis started - a little street in Dijon, France called Rue Berbisey. It was January. I had just arrived from Australia, and had put up a notice on Couchsurfing.org begging any young, easy-going French local to take me in while I looked for my own place. Alexis responded, offering his sofa bed, and one week later I was walking down this very street in the snow, trying to find his apartment. 

This is where my friendship with Alexis ended up - a little island in Indonesia, an hour's boat ride away from Bali, called Lembongan. 


Figure 2: Dream beach, Lembongan

It really is quite complicated how we both ended up here - but basically, Alexis' friend Pauline (we call her Popo) started traveling around South East Asia and stayed with me when she visited Kuala Lumpur. We had such a crazy weekend together that we swore we would party down in Asia again some day. Shortly afterwards, Alexis and Popo decided to celebrate New Years in Indonesia together, and asked if I wanted to join. 

Celebrating New Years, in good company, on a tropical island? Bah, oui. 


Figure 3: Adventure


Figure 4: A little overexcited about seeing the beach again


Figure 5: Banana fritters and coconuts picked from the tree next to the café


Figure 6: The happiest bridge in the world

Lembongan took me completely by surprise. It's been a long time since I've felt so peaceful and refreshed and rejuvenated. We purposely chose Lembongan Island over Kuta (the main tourist area of Bali) because we wanted something a bit more chilled out - but I was not expecting to find so much natural beauty, so many happy, smiling faces and a feeling that I can only describe as stillness. 


Figure 7: A seaweed farmer going back to his house on the shore

The highlight of Lembongan for me was probably this moment: at twilight, we took our scooters down the hill to Jungut Batu in search of dinner. As we drew closer, the sound of Balinese music rose up into the darkening sky: a hypnotising, relentless drumming, wooden percussion, gongs, singing. And suddenly we're speeding past a never-ending procession of Balinese locals dressed in the purest white, with mounds of fruit balanced impossibly on their heads, carrying baskets of tropical flowers and candles, on their way to the Hindu temple. And it was at this moment that I fell in love with Bali. 


Figure 8: Photo courtesy of Josephine Stoker Photography

Bunga Bungalo Restaurant
On-the-Sea, Pantai Jungut Batu
Lembongan, Indonesia 

(+62) 82 89 76 08 691


Figure 9: Into the sunset

When we got to the end of the bay, we parked our bikes and started walking down the long path next to the ocean. A little cluster of lights, far away, caught my eye. 


Figure 10: Relax 

We hit the jackpot. Bunga Bungalo's restaurant is right on the sea, so you can hear and smell the ocean as you sit in the soft glow of lanterns hung up around the restaurant. We were seated inside an adorable little wooden hut elevated off the ground, and sat on beaded cushions sipping Bintangs while we flicked through the never-ending menu. And when the sea breeze blew, strings of seashells hanging around us would tinkle like music. 


Figure 11: In my element

Honestly don't remember what Alexis and Pauline ordered - I was too hungry to notice. But I can very clearly remember what I had - chicken satay with Balinese peanut sauce and a side of vegetables. My satay came served upon a tray of glowing red-hot coals, which lit up our table with warmth and light, like a mini campfire. Tucking into these sticks of smoky deliciousness after a long day of exploring the island was the perfect way to top it all off. Not to mention my chicken satay holder actually had a smiley face. 

It was so nice to sit down and have a meal with Alexis again. In his apartment in Dijon, we were always cooking and eating together. I missed this. 


Figure 12: Just like dinnertime in Dijon

For dessert, we shared a woodfired calzone filled with banana, honey and cinnamon, smothered in chocolate sauce. I think it had a lifespan of about 40 seconds before we completely annihilated it. Maybe less. 


Figure 13: Hasta la vista, baby 


Figure 14: Fairy lights


Figure 15: Spot the volcano


Figure 16: A world of colour

One thing I have learned whilst living abroad is to cherish friendship, 
and to hold onto it, no matter where it takes you. 


Figure 17: All aboard the Sunshine Express


Figure 18: The last known photo of 2013

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Malacca: Laksa, lanterns & laughter

The Malaysian Driving Code 

1. Thou shall drive 30km above the speed limit at all times. 
2. Thou shall not wear thy seatbelt. 
3. Thou shall not indicate when changing lanes, ever. 
4. Thou shall honour thy GPS. 
5. Reversing on the freeway is totally fine. 


Figure 1: Get off the road

There are some things in life that scare the shit out of me. One of them is driving in Malaysia. But on a sunny Wednesday morning, my friends and I took my 1991 Proton for a two-hour road trip to Malacca. Never in a million years did I think I would be capable of driving that distance in this country, where the roads are incomprehensible and the driving etiquette is utterly shambolic. But I had a good feeling about this day in particular, and decided to take a leap of faith. Or rather, my passengers did. 


Figure 2: Pedro, Jenny & Popo


So why Malacca? Firstly, it's where I was born. Secondly, I think it's beautiful. You will not find many other places in the world with such an amazing cultural heritage.



Figure 3: Malacca canals (Photo: The Telegraph) 

Malacca started out as a quiet fishing village. In the 1400s, it became an important trading port due to its strategic location on the narrowest point of the Malacca Straits, especially for the Chinese Imperial Fleet. In 1459, the Ming Emperor sent his daughter to marry the Sultan of Malacca, bringing with her a thousand high-ranking officials and servants. Many of them married local Malays, creating the descendants now known as the Peranakan (half Chinese, half Malay). Everywhere you go in Malaysia you will see the words Baba and Nyonya - this is how Peranakan men and women address each other.


Figure 4: Red Square

Over the next three centuries, Malacca was colonised by the Portuguese (1511), Dutch (1641) and the British (1824), each of them leaving their mark upon Malacca. As a result, you'll be walking through Malacca and see a Dutch windmill, a statue of a Chinese ship, remains of a Portuguese fort and then a British Church, all within walking distance from each other. Malacca City became UNESCO World Heritage Listed in 2008, a title that all Malaccans, including me, are very proud of. 


Figure 5: Jonker Street (Photo: Singapore Getaways)

Our first stop: Jonker Street. Because in my opinion, if you haven't seen Jonker Street, you haven't seen Malacca. By day, Jonker Street is abuzz with tourists and locals alike who come in search of food, trinkets, and local art. By night, the entire strip is blocked off and transforms into the night market to end all night markets, selling every kind of delicious street food you could ever imagine, all in one small, sweaty, claustrophobic space. What I love the most about Jonker Street is the architecture - every building is luridly coloured and beautifully adorned, each one giving a glimpse into Malacca's past.


Figure 6: Jonker Street shopfront

Jonker Dessert 88
Jalan Hang Jebat 
Malacca, Malaysia
+60 19 397 5665

Finding Jonker 88 is easy. Just look for the huge whopping line of people queueing under a burgundy awning, about half-way down Jonker Street. At the entrance you'll see a dessert stall on your left, noodle stall on your right. You need three people: one to queue, one to suss out the menu, and one to send into battle (find a table). 


Figure 7: Table wars


Figure 8: Jonker 88 menu 

And just so you know what you're actually ordering: 

Curry (Baba) Laksa: A spicy, rich noodle soup made with a coconut curry base. Ingredients usually include bean sprouts, prawns, bean curd puffs, coriander, sliced chicken and/or fishcakes and yellow noodles. One of my favourite dishes in the world. 

Asam (Nyonya) Laksa: Asam is the Malay word for tamarind, a fruit-like pod that adds sourness to a dish. This type of laksa is made with fish stock, and features shredded fish, finely sliced cucumber, onion, pineapple, chillies, mint and pink ginger, topped off with a thick, sweet shrimp paste. Rice noodles (thick or thin) are used. 

Laksa Kahwin: A mix of both asam and curry laksa (for advanced laksa-eaters only). 


Figure 9: Baba laksa and shrimp dumplings 

You will be soaked in sweat from the suffocating heat and humidity. You order your laksa, which is made instantly before your eyes. You are then shooed away and have to manoeuvre through the crowd without spilling curry soup all over yourself. When you start eating, the hot broth will increase your body temperature even further, making it almost unbearable to continue, but the irresistible blend of coconut milk and spices and refreshing cucumber will be too good for you to stop. You therefore end up eating your laksa at top speed, leaving your mouth burning, your head spinning, and all you will be able to think about is quenching your thirst with an ice-cold dessert, which is conveniently also on offer at Jonker 88. Clever business model, if you ask me. 


Figure 10: Cédric et moi 


Figure 11: Three types of Ice Kachang and Cendol 

For dessert, you can choose from a myriad of curious toppings served upon a snowball of shaved ice such as coconut cream, molten gula melaka (Malaccan palm sugar - tastes like caramel on steroids, its amazeballs), corn kernels, passionfruit, mango puree, raspberry syrup - the list is endless. Hands down, the best dessert is cendol - a cold, sweet, musty mix of red beans, pandan "worms", gula melaka and coconut cream. It's like being electrocuted, only with sugar. 


Figure 12: Educating the foreigners


Figure 13: Malacca canals 


Figure 14: Stadthuys

Over the river you will find the iconic Stadthuys (try pronouncing it), also known as the Red Square, built in 1650 for the Dutch Governor. During the Dutch rule over Malacca, the buildings were white, like all Dutch administration buildings in Asia. In 1824, the Dutch handed over Malacca to the British, who painted the buildings a salmon red. The records as to why the buildings were painted red have been lost in time, as well as other secrets - some say there's a secret tunnel that runs under St Paul's hill from Stadthuys, and another escape route that leads to Malacca river, amongst other secret walkways inside the building. 


Figure 15: Team Malacca


Figure 16: Got pink?

Next we traveled to St Paul's Hill, in style. The trishaws of Malacca have gone a little overboard the last few years. When I was a tween, the decorations were still fairly traditional - red and yellow flowers, green leaves. These days, trishaws come decked out with at least one large Hello Kitty on the front and a sub-woofer (ours was playing MJ). I think out of all of us, Cedric was the happiest about this. 


Figure 17: So much joy


Figure 18: A' Famosa Fort 

These remains are all that's left of the Portuguese Fort that once surrounded St Paul's Hill. The British were about to demolish the whole damn thing in 1806, but Sir Stamford Raffles (the founder of modern Singapore and lover of history) convinced them to spare this small section of it. It's one of the oldest surviving European architectural remains in Asia. I've always loved the quaint old image engraved above the entrance. It makes me wonder just how beautiful the entire structure must have been. 


Figure 19: Inside St Paul's Church

St Paul's Church sits on top of the hill, overlooking the sea. The original structure was built by the Portuguese, and later given to The Society of Jesus under Saint Francis Xavier, one of the most famous Catholic Missionaries in history. Saint Francis started a modern school in the surrounding premises, expanded the church building and used it as a base for missions to China and Japan. After he died, he was temporarily buried in St Paul's before being transported to Goa. The open grave still exists today and tourists can look down into the place where he once lay. 

Fun fact: in 1952, the below statue was erected to mark the 400th anniversary of Saint Francis's arrival in Malacca. The next day, a huge casuarina tree fell fell onto it, breaking off the statue's right arm. Funnily enough, the actual right arm of St Francis Xavier was also cut off as a relic in 1614 after he died. 

Coincidence? 


Figure 20: Past and present


Figure 21: Filling the air with music

Calanthe Art Café
Jalan Hang Kasturi
Malacca, Malaysia

+60 6292 2960


Figure 22: Artsy

By late afternoon, it was seriously coffee-o-clock, so we headed to my favourite café in Malacca. I actually wrote about Calanthe Art Café one year ago in my article: My Top 10 Food Experiences: Malacca, which got me my current job in Kuala Lumpur, so it was nice to come full circle. They serve 12 types of coffee, one for every state of Malaysia, any way you want. It's one of the only places I've found around here that do iced coffee the way I like it - not too thick, with loads of cream on top, perfectly sweet and icy, icy cold. 


Figure 23: Iced Johor coffee


Figure 24: Baked Portuguese fish

Our last stop: the Portuguese Settlement, which sits between Jalan Ujong Pasir and the ocean. This small area of land is home to the Kristang (Portuguese-Malay) people, descendants of the Portuguese sailors who arrived in 1511. The Kristang people are only a few thousand in numbers, and have their own language (a creole based on Portuguese), cuisine and traditions. At the end of Jalan Dalbuquerque, there is a row of white open-air restaurants that sell delicious fresh seafood and Kristang dishes that you cannot get anywhere else. 


Figure 25: Kristang-style Garlic butter crab 


Figure 26: Operation Lantern


Figure 27: One of my favourite photos

If you ever get to Malacca one day, you must promise me this. That you will buy a lantern from a one of the stalls by the ocean in the Portuguese Settlement, and let it go. The girl will give you a permanent marker and a cigarette lighter. You write your wish on the lantern, go to the end of the jetty (if it's not too windy), light your lantern and watch it make a break for the sky. 


Figure 28: Up 'n' away


Figure 29: Hope for the best

Every wish that I've made from that jetty in Malacca has come true so far. This time, I wished that one day I will be the owner of the awesomest Australian brunch café ever. 

I hope this one comes true too.


Figure 30: Free