Rasa Sayang, Chinatown, London
There’s something undeniably comforting about a gigantic plate of noodles. For me, it reminds me of carefree childhoods and going out for a rare, fancy but economical family outing up in the city. I tried to relive some of that grandeur thorough checking out a Malaysian place called Rasa Sayang, which is across the road from the new office. Decently busy for a weeknight and super fast service. Which was needed, as the staff had my order wrong on the first round. Still, a quick swap and only a mere few minutes of additional waiting meant no drama.
The chicken and the vege were on the side of ordinary but the noodles and the sauce sure did it for me. Not quite as rich as the midnight dark hues of the ones back in Auckland, but the savoury, soy notes of the sauce were exact to have evoked fond memories. Authentically crafted and an ideal stopgap for a cheap and traditional fix.