Everyone that knows me knows about my spicy food cravings. Once they strike, I change plans, ditch cooking, and search for a place to satisfy it.
As I search the web I come across My Kitchen. Malaysian? I have never tried Malaysian. They do not serve alcohol. Spicy food without a cold beer? A colleague who knows this cuisine, tells me she has been there, and that it is authentic.
As we arrive, a smiley woman welcomes us and offers us a table. “This one is more private,” she says – even though the charming little place cannot hold more than six tables.
A blackboard tells us the offer of the day. She recommends two dishes while searching for pictures in her phone to illustrate them: chicken curry with homemade roti canai (a flakey, fried bread), and shrimp in honey and lemongrass.
As we get used to the idea, the cook hurries out of the kitchen to give us a taste of the soup he is about to serve. Mango, chili, coconut milk.
The soup was velvety with pieces of sweet mango. The chicken was spicy with a subtle lemongrass aroma. The roti went perfect dipped in the sauce. The shrimp was nicely cooked, and the balance of sweet and sour was just right.
As I sip on my alcohol free beer and watch the happy customers around me, I do not miss the real thing. It is official. My Kitchen has joined my list of spicy food lifesavers.