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keeps the costs down

Birthday week is getting exhausting. If not my birthday week, then it’s Bit O’ Meat’s! Birthday weeks equals lots of dining. Gee, it’s a hard life, giggle.

Norsiah's Kitchen, interior

Not far from work, and also just round the corner from Chai – Eat Like Malaysian, I’d read some good things in the food blogosphere on Norsiah’s Kitchen. It’s good for late-night nosh, for supreme affordability (I paid just over twenty dollars for two mains and two drinks) and convenience. Don’t go in expecting any service, however. Perhaps this is how they keep costs down – it seemed to bother Bit O’ Meat more than me.

I was feeling like absolute shite with a headcold, so it was soup for me. Norsiah herself made sure I really wanted fish balls in my noodle soup. Erm, yes, I do. There were no thin rice noodles, so I got the thick, flat ones. There was a choice of yellow (egg) ones but years of being force-fed substandard ones have scarred me for life. I’m sure there’s a psychoanalytic reading in that somewhere.

mee sup bebola ikan

A tad salty, but pretty sure the MSG and the garlic combined to have me at three hearts’ full health again. Yep, that was a retro video game reference. I also think the thick, flat rice noodles were more suited than thin ones. Harder to grasp or scoop but they soak up the broth better.

curry ayam

Bit O’ Meat had plain ol’ chicken curry (curry ayam). Instead of cooked to order like my dish, this was served from the bain-maries at the main counter though they were cooking up a fresh batch when I ordered. I remarked that I was really coming around to Indo/Malay curries, that which I had not liked before. He asked me what the difference was (to Indian) and I couldn’t really provide a coherent response. I think Indian curries just have more spices, though Malay/Indian love their chilli. This might not be entirely accurate as the heat of an Indian curry will depend on what region has influenced it. Amusingly enough, I tolerate hotter (Indian) curry than my (Anglo-Indian) father.

Though I had to wait a while for it, I got the ‘teh tarik halia’ – ginger tea with condensed milk. Why isn’t this more commonplace? It’s wonderful! Very strong, sweet black tea laced with ginger.

With bellies full on the cheap, it was time to dash across to the Nova, and meet up with some mates for a very late session of a film.

There’s ample seating at Norsiah’s and there is also a steady stream of customers for takeaway. It’s not the sort of place I like to sit down and dine at, but beggars can’t be choosers, eh? However, don’t let that put you off. It’s busy for a reason.

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hawk your wares, I’m famished

Yea Melbourne Food and Wine Festival! Boo being broke!

Queen Victoria Market by night is really quite an experience. The times I’ve been, I’ve managed to get ridiculously drunk. But the MFWF Hawkers’ Market was all about the food. A bunch of us who’ve largely become friends thanks to Twitter decided to go as a group.

When I first arrived, some beautiful Chinese classical music was playing. A bout of existential nausea hit me – where to go first? Would four vouchers be enough (very silly question – the offerings were deceptively filling)? Where the hell was the cutlery? Why was the bloody water so expensive?

I wandered around a bit lost and waited for my indecisiveness to dissipate. I then decided to try and get things that I might not normally have access to. For this reason, I avoided Kenzan @ GPO and Maedaya’s offerings which seemed pretty pedestrian. I was also disappointed that Dumpling King only had fried dumplings, but perhaps it’s a little harder to offer steamed ones on the fly.

Rather than blog about all the dishes tried, here are my personal highlights from the evening. The first was from the very popular Cookie – a mussel cake. A little like okonomiyaki, but more gelatinous and globby. I would have liked more mussels please!

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From Laksa Me, the ikan panggang – grilled fish, wrapped in a banana leaf. Heavenly. It was served with some sort of pickle, and a kumquat half – yum!

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Everyone seemed mesmerised by the skewers at Dainty Sichuan and I know I should have watched to see how they were prepared, but was too busy running around. From their stall, I got to try assorted skewered things that were soaked in broth, served with cold noodles. Reminded me of my beloved cold soba salads. From memory, the skewered, brothy morsels were a very large piece of seaweed, tofu, Chinese sausage (that which I generally dislike, but this was a fantastic example of it) and perhaps zucchini.

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This produced a sensation in my mouth like no other I’ve ever experienced – it felt like someone had coated my mouth in equal parts chilli and kava. So you have the heat of chilli, and the natural antiseptic properties of kava. It was very weird, and slightly discomfiting. Drinking water was not the sort of thing that alleviated it either. Both the noodles and the skewered goodies produced this sensation after ingesting. Some later investigation on the internet proved useful – the dish is actually Chongqing hotpot.

One of the dishes I had my heart set on initially but left to the end was the slow cooked pork cheek. The serve looks teensy, but given how rich it was, very sensible. I can still remember the buttery quality of the fat perfectly mingled with the slightly dry meat. Thanks to Pan Asian for a very memorable gustatory snapshot of their cuisine.

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Another dish and restaurant I have my heart set on – Hallah’s BBQ marinated beef. Just the right amount!

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Being an accidental ditz, I got this last dish first, not realising it would be sweet – Warung Agus’ black rice porridge. It was very caramelly, treacly and sustaining. I can’t wait to eat at the actual restaurant.

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My favourite actual hecklers were Maedaya. The cooks were bobbing to some cool music they were listening to as they fanned the grills and a man at the front was spruiking, in Japanese, in a very lively fashion.

The only regret I have was missing the laksa and the pho. Laksa I can probably live without, but the pho, damn! That would have definitely pushed me to bursting-at-the-seams full. I shall just have to visit Co Do (said purveyors of pho) sometime, what a chore, giggle.

If you’re interested in reading another report on the Hawkers’ Market, visit Eating Melbourne’s blog post, the writer of said blog went on an earlier day, and the information proved vital to my visit. Many thanks to all those who came and enjoyed a night out in the name of @melbnoms antics. You can also view all my food photos for the night in a Flickr set.

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