Eating dal roti Malaysia - Lifestyle - DNA
My first trip to Malaysia was about three years ago for a conference, which also turned out to be my most successful weight loss programme yet. At every restaurant, I could smell the food and fish oil from a distance. I would toss and turn the food to check whether it was vegetarian (it never was). “Eat all you can at breakfast,” a conscientious Brahmin co-participant advised while munching on his third brioche, looking gaunt. When I glided through the Dubai International Airport after two weeks of heavy breakfasts, fruits-only lunches and dinners, my sister’s jaw hit the floor. Three kilos in two weeks: A dream run that ended the minute the first kadai of paneer butter masala crossed my path.
The second trip happened a couple of weeks ago. And this time, Malaysia seemed to be better prepared for my vegetarian sensibilities.
Eating out at a Mamak stall
“Malaysians love food,” explains my cousin Hema, a Malaysian of Indian origin. It’s the night I reached Malaysia and we agreed to meet at a coffee shop in Kuala Lumpur’s most hip place, Bukit Bintang. “We never carry a tiffin box to work. Lunch time is when we socialise with colleagues and try new restaurants, “ she continues, taking a sip of her cappucino. I tell her that with the influx of TV food shows in India, cooking your own food has become a lifestyle choice that is almost stylish. “Not here,” she laughs. “We get the best food from street food stalls run mostly by Indian Muslims also called mamak.”
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