Farmers Street - Jaya 33

We stopped in our tracks after noticing the crowd of diners who were tucking in rather enthusiastically . 

( picture was taken close to closing time )

Besides , there was a dinner set offer , so yes , let 's go in .

As usual , I like to tuck myself away in this corner that feels like a bush maze in Disneyland . 

On the brick wall is a visually engaging arrangement of  wooden crates fitted with cutesy faux retro hurricane lamps , Chinese red flasks , rattan food covers and more aluminium tableware 

These lamps stir up some fond memories in me .

There was a time when I watched him gingerly place in kerosene before pumping it to light up a small part of the verandah .

There were fireflies each night . Sometimes I would catch some and put them in a jar to ignite that Peter Pan like state of magic in my little make belief world .

Today , this Alice and her Hatter are having peach tea by the bushes , under the auspices of flowing electricity . 

And it remains intimate until a birthday gang troops in right behind us .

We hear everything .

That they are of the Calvinism faith , that among them is a Myanmar lady and that they are making quiet inroads into the country with her help of course .

She's delighted with the pressies . I think he just wants to till her , as I try to not eavesdrop and instead , enjoy the exceptionally fragrant beans ( something I usually do not enjoy ) crowning the cendol ice and gula melaka syrup .

I find fault with the commercial coconut milk and just hope to god that other dishes will not disappoint .

And , from there onwards it didn't let us down .

However , it did make me wonder .... since when did folks in Sekinchan cook comfort food such as this ?

If you ask me of my honest opinion , I would insist that this is a crossroad between Eurasian and Nyonya cooking 

Water convulvulus made me slip into a dream like state . The shrimp paste is not too sharp , slightly bitter and languidly rich .

It envelopes the tongue with a constant aroma and a subdueing confluence of oil   .

Tenggiri tiga rasa .

Fried barracuda slices with 3 flavours .

Nowhere in the least is this Thai , it reminds me of Malaccan Portuguese grill .

So hot yet so darned good my saliva is curdling right now as I recollect the exciting flavours .

It is sweet yet tangy and sour , so very dramatic and hot it can breathe fire to lift up your spirits .

 Each time I bit into yet another sliver of lemongrass , or melt in the mouth cucumber cube that was as delicious as a slow cooked pickle , time came to a standstill .

I wanted to stop but I couldn't . The effect was like running a marathon while fully seated .

Cap that off with the chicken rendang and it felt as if I were doing some sit down triathlon challenge .

I was tearing down the dirt track , swimming furiously past the reeds and biting bitumen barefoot under the scorching sun .

Wooooh !

What a great meal ! I love this so much I wanted to get up , tear off my by now well hydrated innerwear and scream like Tarzan 

Yes , yes , yes ....if you ask me , I'll tell you to throw caution to the wind and order all their spicy dishes . 

Verdict : for people who like it hot 

Location : Petaling Jaya