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It was Friday night again, my sister dropped by my place to pick me up for dinner. Not knowing what to eat, we headed out for town in search of some eye-catching spanking new cafes or restaurants.
As we were cruising along the coastal highway, my sister chanced upon this particular eatery, which I later recalled reading about it from a fortnightly local pullout that recommends good food in the historical city of Malacca. We decided to give it a try as we were lazy to scout anymore.
A pretty standard kopitiam interior, but brightly lit and very spacious. The wooden tables and chairs looked pretty cheap for today’s standard. I reckon one could carry it, smash it on one’s head and it did break into two easily. Moreover, it was far from comfortable, especially for the ones fitted against the wall. Ventilation was good even without air conditioners.


The shop branded itself as the place that sells traditional homemade noodles and pan mee. The menu practically consists of only six types of food, fried, curry, soup version, dry version, tomyam and prawn. Then, you have the option to choose from thin noodles, broad noodles, kuey teow, rice vermicelli, pan mee and etc.. That’s about it, no rice-related food. All you can order is noodle, noodle, noodle and more noodles.



To add in some varieties, they have a number of finger foods like fish balls, deep fried seafood tofu and etc. Also, they sell barbecued stuffs like hot dogs, chicken, prawns, pork balls and fish balls at RM1 per stick.

Also, they have really cheap breakfast combos. For less than RM5, you get toast breads, half boiled eggs, hash browns and a cup of coffee / tea. Sweet! I ordered some barbecued chicken to go along with my fried noodles. It was nicely marinated with curry powder and then barbecued. For RM1, it was decent enough although the size of the meat was really small. I later ordered another two sticks of hot dogs as well.

Together with the barbecued stuffs, came the chili sauce. I was grinning from ear to ear because this type of chilli sauce is always my favourite. The chilli sauce that my grandmother used to make whenever we have chicken rice. It’s hot, it’s spicy, it’s a little sour and most importantly, it’s delicious. How I miss my grandmother’s homemade chili.
My fried noodles came rather quickly. Two pork balls, a few strands of vegetable and a spoonful of minced meat. That wee bit of minced meat made the just-another-fried-noodle dish tasted better, or at least, stood out from others. Taste wise, it was average for a simple dish like this. The noodles were springy, probably because it was homemade rather than machine produced.



Overall, taste wise, it was mediocre and the portion was quite small, even for small eater like my sister. Due to the untoward incident that left a very bad and sour aftertaste, I am not going to put a picture of the shop’s outlook or even recommend it. Also, I heard from my two brothers who went there for a drink found worms in their herbal drink. All the boss offered was to waive the fee for the drink from the bill, nothing else.