During my time here in Malaysia, I've grown quite fond of this dish, chicken rice. The best chicken rice that I've had thus far was at a Chinese restaurant near Hiro's place here in Mont Kiara. This whole meal was a bit on the expensive side -- 15RM/person (roughly $4 US); 3 times what I would normally pay for a plate of chicken rice from street vendors -- but boy was it worth it.
That I can have the nerve to even begin to complain about paying $4 US for a meal tells you just how incredibly cheap food seems to folks from Japan or the West. Despite my inclination to introduce myself as a poor wandering bum, by local standards, I'm pretty loaded.
The wild thing is that CDs, DVDs, designer clothing, alcohol and other imported items cost the same as they would in the US. In the US, a CD would cost me about as much as a good meal or maybe two value meals at Micky D's; here, a legit CD is the same as 2 or 3 good meals or 6 very average ones. Don't get me wrong; piracy is not a good thing. But straight up, I certainly don't blame people for buying bootleg items at one of the seemingly countless pirate shops dotting the landscape here. In my book, ain't no CD worth 6 plates of chicken rice.
So after dinner, Hiro and I drove downtown to check out the nightlife and hang out at his favorite chill-out-spot, a little cafe called Ole. The place was nice, with sofas to sprawl out on, a guitar that Hiro had permission to play freely, a free internet computer terminal and nice laid back atmosphere. We sat around chatting, reading, making friends with various other patrons and generally just slothing out.
It was two in the morning by the time we left the cafe...and I was starving. Thank goodness for the street hawkers out there selling grub all through the night. And of course, with all the various foods out there for sale, what do I buy? 5RM of chicken rice heaven. Awwwwwww yeah.
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