This is going to sound absurd, but I think the best Malaysian food I’ve had was not in Malaysia, but in Philadelphia. It was at this restaurant called Penang, a Chinatown haunt where my college buds and I would eat … Continue reading

This is going to sound absurd, but I think the best Malaysian food I’ve had was not in Malaysia, but in Philadelphia. It was at this restaurant called Penang, a Chinatown haunt where my college buds and I would eat … Continue reading
I’m writing this post on Friday, the 3rd of August. As I type, I can’t help but momentarily stop the frantic keypushing and raise my fingers up to my nose for a sniff. Aaaah…they smell so intoxicatingly good…they smell of…beef … Continue reading
I’m one of those ignorant kids who grew up thinking there was only one kind of noodle. Or maybe two, the kind that you’d pop out of a Maggi pack. Or those Italian hoses of Bolognese coated with minced meat. … Continue reading
No matter that I hadn’t made it to the countless cheese steak joints, pizza parlours, and ethnic food trucks on campus. Reunion events and catching up with friends had made my food-a-thon down Philly’s memory lane practically impossible. But one … Continue reading