Restaurant review + thoughts on ‘being authentic’……. Malaysia Recipes, Birkenhead

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The words “authentic” is thrown around in food reviews of Asian restaurants all the time without little meaning. What do they mean by “authentic”? Do they mean the nationality of the chef, of its owners, of the ingredients, of the food, of the service? Like, if a server at a Hong Kong restaurant in Auckland barely makes eye contact or acknowledge you, could you sing praises of “authenticity”? Also, who do you have to be to decide what ‘authentic’ is? If you just went for, like, a two week trip in Bali and spent the whole time getting sloshed on Bintang at Ku de ta, are you an authority on Indonesian food? (I mean, probably not.) In my case, the only cuisine I feel comfortable enough judging on it’s authenticity is Malaysian because, well, I am. The rest of the time I’m making vague guesses and probably wrong judgements based on my own pre-conceived ideas (I really don’t know how to tell if pasta is fresh. I’m sorry), but you know, Malaysian food – I’m pretty solid there.

It’s a weird and nuanced topic for sure, and I have my own, personal measures of an authentic restaurant. This thought arose after eating at Malaysia Recipes, a restaurant in Birkenhead, tucked away from the main streets opposite a Domino’s and adjacent to Manna Coffee and Bread Store. I was absent-mindedly scrolling through their reviews and saw someone saying that had eaten more “authentic” Malaysian food elsewhere in Auckland.

The chef at Malaysia Recipes is Malaysian. In fact, he grew up a short while away from my Dad’s own hometown, which he found out after hearing him speak in Hokkien, a dialect home to the area in and around Penang. It’s a small, no nonsense store that also oddly sells fish and chips, a hand-me-down from the previous owners.

We come here often for quick, satisfying food which resembles the cuisine so familiar to us, served by people with undeniable Malaysian accents. It isn’t the best Malaysian food in Auckland, but it’s one of the closest to ‘home-style’ cooking that we’ve found.

On this day, I had the Hainanese Chicken on Rice, a classic meal you can find at any Malaysian restaurant in Auckland. Theirs is boneless, served on a bed of beansprouts with two slices of cucumber. (I shamefully left the vegetables on the plate.) It’s tasty, does the job, and leaves the unmistakable garlicky taste in my mouth even after brushing my teeth.

My parents both had the char kway teow – also a classic. (You honestly can’t get more Malaysian than our choices.) My dad still prefers the kway teow at PappaRich in the city (as it’s fried more to the Penang style) but again it’s comforting, delicious food which, although you may forget about within hours, still makes you want to eat it again and again and again.

The undeniable ‘at-home-ness’ we feel in ‘authentic’ Malaysian restaurants can’t be replicated anywhere else. The way my accent slides from the Kiwi accent I usually use to the more Malaysian-tinged one I use at home, the delight my dad feels at not having to say ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ or go through Western niceties when talking to wait-staff (in defence of my dad, it’s not really being rude – Malaysian’s are notoriously direct), the fact they serve the food with fork and spoons. (If you serve your food with anything but fork and spoons, or chopsticks with noodles, are you really a Malaysian restaurant?)

So for me, those are all measures of authenticity – and Malaysia Recipes ticks the boxes.

Malaysia Recipes Menu, Reviews, Photos, Location and Info - Zomato

cafe review: Scout, Torbay

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Scout is a less-than-ten minute drive from my house, which is a miraculous thing to be able to say about a café that immediately got write-ups in Denizen, Metro and The Urban List.

The first thing you notice about it is the delightfully speckled footpath area outside, which may or may not have been specifically put in by Scout (though it stretches to the other shops next to it). The outside utilises the pink-and-grey colour combo which I use on my CV, and sticks out like a sore-thumb in a town that has a Four Square down the road.

I’m a fan of the décor inside, with the milk bottles wrapped in crafty shit like pastel twine and a decent amount of seating. (Those cafes with like, one huge shared table and then three small tables squeezed around it – why?) I also like the magazines on offer – no one seems to read these at cafes anymore, but me and my mum still flick through them. (Can you guys get Frankie?)

I’ve been here twice now, once for food and once just for coffee. The first time I came, we were recommended the Nitro cold brew, which I had never tried before. However, I went for my reliable latte, as I wanted to see how the coffee stacked up to my other regulars on the Shore. Kokako is not really a favourite of mine, but here it is surprisingly strong – a decent cuppa.

The Nitro cold brew (which I had on my second visit) is also good, although I don’t prefer it. It’s a bit tastier than normal cold brew, as the nitrogen gives it a creamier, milk-like taste, but if you don’t normally like cold brew I don’t think you’ll be converted.

The service was friendly, perfunctory, a little distracted perhaps, but it’s their first week so I forgive them. Just give me my coffee and you can’t go wrong.

The food was just OK, but I may have ordered the wrong thing. I came around 1pm and had the Lebanese avocado falafel, which is served with black quinoa. I told my friend that I just wanted to go home and make mac and cheese, so I think I was just kidding myself that I could deal with healthy crap like quinoa. Anyone who has willed their taste buds to accept that quinoa tastes good – I tip my hat to you. Also, they needed more labneh. (Please!) Next time, I’m gonna go for the French toast and fuck the voice in my head that also likes to say, “isn’t this the third time in a row your New Years resolution was to start running?”

One thing to note – my mum stared at the flies landing on their sandwiches popped on the top of their cabinet for about 10 minutes before hailing someone down and telling them. This is her pet peeve and she’s annoying about it, but to be fair there was a healthy population of flies around the cabinet so I’d probably wanna keep an eye on that.

All in all, they hooked me after they got that first latte right. I’m a coffee person through and through – café food is mostly overpriced and just makes me crave for food that doesn’t taste freshly scoured from the woods – so this might just become a regular. Until someone steps up and opens a café with great coffee in Browns Bay, this will have to do.

Scout Menu, Reviews, Photos, Location and Info - Zomato

why did i make this

Full disclosure – I created this blog on a Saturday night, at home in bed, feeling very dejected after deciding not to go out because “I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway”. And then having a big pity party about why I wouldn’t enjoy it – because no one likes me, because I’m not cool enough, because they wouldn’t even realise I wasn’t there, because they aren’t really my friends blah blah blah blah. Typical shit that crops up from time to time, and usually just ends in a crying session and then going to sleep.

Except this time, I made a blog.

Pity party at mine is just a shameless acknowledgment that I never go to parties, and that I’m a chronic sufferer of wallowing in self-pity and not doing much about it. It’s my place to rhapsodise about the unfairness of life without people accusing me of being a huge fucking whiner, because newsflash – it’s in the title.

And because sometimes I want to write about stuff that’s not just me trying to churn out Relatable and Depressing Millennial content, I also added “eat your feelings” and “live vicariously” tabs, which are about food and film and television respectively. I do, in fact, eat out a lot, and it’s my ultimate goal to cash in on that and have people give me free meals or something. (I cross-post on Zomato in eternal hope of this.)

I also watch a lot of film and TV, so you know, sometimes I want to talk about that.

Even if blogging is a little bit like shouting into the void, at least it’s a void with a URL.