On my drive to work this morning I heard this on the radio – ‘cheers to the freakin’ weekend, drink to that yay ee yay’. Now I don’t listen to music much these days, in fact I never really got past liking the Backstreet Boys and *NSYNC, but is it just me or is there a lot of mention of drunken debauchery in modern pop music? Whatever happened to the good ol’ days when pop music was all about wanting things that way or never breaking your heart? Anyway my grumpy old man rant doesn’t disguise the fact that I didn’t actually mind the song and it got me a little motivated to get through the day knowing that what lay ahead was a 3 day weekend. Woohoo! Thank you Beyonce.
So anyway I trust that many of you will be having a big one this weekend, and I’m fairly certain that a lot of you might end up waking up tomorrow morning (or Sunday or Monday morning) feeling a little worse for wear, swearing to yourselves that you’ll never do what you did the night before again ( I know. I’ve been there. On a weekly basis). If you do find yourself in that situation I would suggest doing what I did last Saturday and that is lining your stomachs with a big fat juicy Malaysian Hawker style meal.
Kopitiam seems to be one of those places that got left behind when the crowds started going manic for Mamak (lovely place that it is), but considering there’s never any queues here and with it being just a short stroll away it’s a pretty decent alternative (unless you’re really in need of a roti fix).
The Kwetiaw Goreng is the first thing to come out, and I’m glad that it is as it’s my order. There’s nothing pretty about it, it’s a jumble of flat rice noodles, bean sprouts, prawns, fishcakes and other assorted goodies but my God is it good. There’s a strong hint of wok-hei (that charcoal, smoky, breath of wok) and best of all there’s a lovely crunch provided by the hidden morsels of deep fried lard. Yes the KTG is indeed good here.
My dining partner receives her laksa next, I believe it’s a seafood curry laksa. She comments that it looks nothing like the picture on the poster next to us, which is when I point out that the poster is a Malaysian Govt. promotional poster and has nothing to do with the restaurant. She shrugs it off as she doesn’t care as she believes it to be delicious anyway. I give it a try and it’s abit too light for my tastes. There’s a strong taste of coconut milk and not enough oomph from the spice paste.
We also go for a serving of roti chanai. Yes it’s not as great/ theatrical as the Mamak version but seeing as this isn’t a place that doesn’t specialise in it, I don’t mind one bit, and to be honest because its served in a flat pancake shape I find the roti to be more crispy. The curry isn’t too bad either, if a little mild.
The satay here isn’t too bad either and we go for the chicken version. The chicken is moist and smoky from the grill and there’s there’s a strong hint (okay I use this line a lot… is there another way of saying this? I’m stumped today and can’t access the other 90% of my brain) of lemongrass. My only complaints are that there’s no serving of onions to go with it and that Malaysian satay in general just isn’t as good as my beloved Indonesian Satay.
I walk out one happy customer, maybe a little too happy that I’m annoyed with myself for not having left enough room to get that pastie from Hannah’s Pies next door that I’d promised myself before I walked in Kopitiam. I hate that my eyes are bigger then my stomach. Anyway, as Nicki Minaj says Cheers to the freakin’ weekend.
Sydney Kopitiam Cafe
594 Harris Street, Ultimo
(02) 9282 9883