On Monday, we relaxed, packed, had our last (or thought it was our last) Malaysian meal and began preparing ourselves for the long trip home. Today, we used the same service to take us back to Kuala Lumpur. They upgraded our vehicle because they had one in JB for a delivery. It was really nice with captain's chairs that reclined. Very de-I worthy 🤣. This driver drove even faster than the one taking us down. He cut 45 minutes off of the time it took to get to JB. I guess if you fail to make it on the professional auto racing circuit, you get a job with this limo company.
We are staying again at our 'happy transit place' at the Kuala Lumpur airport, the Sama Sama Hotel. We have a very early (7:15am) departure so we wanted to eat on the early side so we could go to sleep early. We debated eating at the hotel. But it is quite expensive, at least by Malaysian standards, and is a bit pretentious compared to what we've been eating. So we decided to go to the airport itself which is a quick 5 minute golf cart ride from the hotel. There are a myriad of food options (around 20) on the land side part of the terminal.
Wife declared she had a craving for Chicken Curry Rice one more time. So began the search. The food options are on three different floors and we checked them out...as in checking out each and every one. We found a multitude of chicken curry with noodle options, but no Chicken Curry Rice. We arrived at the very last eating place option,
A very traditional Malaysian 'diner' type of place as we'd been enjoying during our time in JB. Sure enough, on the menu was Chicken Curry Rice
Wife was so happy. What a lovely little lagniappe for Malaysia to give to her.
Honestly, as much as I wanted to have another Curry Laksa or Curry Mie, my system is suffering from over eating. So I opted for something I wanted to try but hadn't ordered yet, Rojak
This is basically a fruit, vegetable salad in a very thick dressing that was sweet with a chile spicy kick. It took me a while to adjust to the temperature (cold), texture (very crunchy), and flavor but ultimately, it really hit the spot for my over indulged system. I also had a last cup of great, black, Malaysian coffee
Wife then proclaimed that she wished she had ordered one of the places 'famous' egg tarts.
Which even have their own special section
We ended up ordering a couple to take to our hotel room for later.
All in all, it was a lovely, unexpected last meal for our trip and even though this was an airport restaurant, we spent no more than we'd been paying in JB (which was about 50 to 60% less than the hotel restaurant would have). We even had a nice kibitz with the buggy driver back about our meal and all we'd eaten and liked in Malaysia.
And because you are THE MOST WONDERFUL BLOG FOLLOWERS, I offer you one last...
SIGNS OF THE WORLD
During our restaurant search, we walked past the airport police and overheard a lecture being given. Not to the police, BUT TO SOME WOULD BE CRIMINALS!
Evidently these would be criminals are rather inept compared to the professional gangs of China and it has become an embarrassment.
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