The race for the illusive Nasi Lemak

Woke up bright and early on Saturday morning after a drunken night doused with illegal Absinthe/Listerine. Pam being Pam, is still dead asleep at 9.30am, so I hopped up to her living room to put my plastic face on whilst Bacon slowly awakens to the ambulance and fire engines sounds that is of Camden. Heard the toilet flushing, and out came Rico, all hungover from the absinthe but still wide awake because it was just so darn hot.

Being typically Malaysian, we started talking about food…yummy this and yummy that we of course decided to go for Nasi Lemak.Nothing says good morning more than Nasi Lemak. With grumbling stomachs, we realized that the only person who knows where it is (she bought me there last time) was dead asleep…she even left a note not to wake her up believe it or not. Rico started ringing his pals, but they just know that the Malaysian restaurant in SoHo is bad..there are a couple of good ones but they had no idea. Irregardless, we decided to try our luck, and at 11am,hopped on towards Leicester Sq in search for our nasi lemak.

Walking through the labyrinth that is the streets of London's Chinatown, I knew it was in a small foot-traffic only road, but we still couldn’t find it after 15mins. And Chinatown is only small.Rico approached a guy making delivery to ask if he knew any Malaysian restaurant (yes,we think everyone is Malaysian in London).. But being a hongkie, that guy had no idea. Then we came up with an idea of asking this Malaysian girl that works in a bakery whom Rico had met previously when going for his 'bolo bau' (trans: Pineapple buns). She pointed us all the way up the street. So like good little piglets, we went in search of Nasi Lemak with her directions.

5 mins later

Still no sign nor smell! What the heck…we then ended up in a noodle place which wasn't very nice after all, but we were starving!

Sulkily,we headed back to the bakery for bolo baus to take away for later.After a long discussion, we got new directions to the C&C restaurant - the alleyway was next to a Pizza Express and hidden by a delivery van! Shocking. As we were stuffed from the heavy yet undelicious breakfast, all we did was just stare at the menu salivating but could not possibly fit another grain of rice in our bulging stomach. At one point I exclaimed, "Wahlau, roti canai £4….wan to die ar?? 7 times also not that expensive man..eat gold ar?". Then typical of me, I turned and saw the restaurant manager smiling at us and he even asked us what would we like to have. Of course, at the moment of being caught as a cheapo, I just said I've had breakfast, will return later.

Being as kiasu as I am, the next day I woke up early again, and hopped over to leicester sq. Whilst waiting for C&C to open their lemak doors at 11, we headed over for a wander in Soho and met some delicious looking cakes



At 10.55 sharp, I returned to C&C…just so see that their doors are not open yet. Bloody hell. I asked them what time will they open, and they said 12. That won't give us enough time to eat and meet Pammy's mom in Notting Hill for 1.30pm! GRRRRR…another wasted trip with no nasi lemak to show for.

Undeterred, we headed on there again after Notting Hill festival.Third time lucky you said?


At long last, we meet again...


Pam's dry pan mee


Kopi ais dua


I'm with chanel Rico, I'm a penangkia Sam & I'm a hippy Pam