With weakening resolve I try to circumnavigate the treacherous pitfalls of places like Love Lane. Alleyways pumping out soulless music to tourists with as much personality as a ball bearing. Vacuous throngs of backpackers chugging discounted beers and screaming over the cacaphony with tales of their amazing 2 weeks in India (that changed their lives).
Rating: 6 / 10
The holy trinity of healing powers are, of course: Pho, Ramen and Laksa. Todays cravings were of a Vietnamese kind, and I beseeched google and various blogs to find a suitable temple in which to offer my stomach.
You know the rest: Grab taxi -> Pho Vietz
Rating: 9 / 10
Roti Canai is up there with the best goddamn food on earth. Having spent months in Kuala Lumpur over the years sampling every Tom, Dick and Hare Krishna shack, I heard mutterings through the secret roti society about this spot located annoyingly outside of the central loop. Locations can hinder a place, but they can also keep out random undesireables based purely on who can be fucked to go the distance. Well, I can.
Rating: 7 / 10
I wake up with curry cravings almost every day. Unless I'm in a colder climate and wrapped in Ramen and Pho infatuations, curry is the first thing I want.
That being said, Kuala Lumpur is paradise for curry afficionados. Almost every street has either a banana leaf or a roti canai place tempting you with escaping scents.
"The hunt for perfection continues"