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the food that would be king

Laksa is like eating a hug.

That’s what I said to Jourdan and Tristan after we skived !!! (yes, the band, not an actual trio of exclamation marks) at the Laneway Festival. Yeah, I know, bad form, eh? Personally, I got my money’s worth seeing the lead singer from Les Savy Fav jumping into the Maribyrnong (river, yes) and drinking said river water from his shoe. Gross.

Les Savy Fav at Laneway Festival Melb by Carole Whitehead

(seriously ace photo of said band’s frontman kindly supplied by that talented @caztheturtle lass)

As Ali G would say, I digest. Mrs Malaprop and Sheridan would be proud.

Back to the food. The three of us were a bit cold, tired and totally needing sustenance and the Beatbox Shroom burger gorged down at epic speeds many hours before didn’t quite hit the spot (more on that one day). Given that we were in pho town (Laneway Festival being in Foo-tas-cray, bless Franco Cozzo), soup noodles were suggested as post-festival nosh.

To be honest, I’m not quite sure how we ended up wanting pho but eating chicken curry laksa at Laksa King in Flemington. It may have had something to do with being able to confirm that Laksa King would definitely be open.

First up, I know there is much debate about how Laksa King used to be ace till it moved rah rah rah, but I wouldn’t know because I never went then. Listening to people rant about how ace Laksa King of old is, is like reading The Age’s ‘Green Guide’ letters from the people who preferred The Bill before it went all American-soapy. I loved old-school The Bill but it ain’t coming back. Move on, people.

So (sadly, some might say), my review is based on post-move Laksa King. I readily admit that my Malaysian palate is very much in training, but I dig Laksa King. The chicken curry laksa was hearty though could have done with a bit more chilli heat and the broth seemed lacking in richness? It’s a little hard to explain, but it was like the flavours weren’t as deep as they could have been. It was good (lots of chicken and great tofu), but not outstanding. All three of us had it. It seemed a good staple to try.

chicken curry laksa

However, the assam laksa I had the first time I visited with Alex and Jillian was freaking amazing. Everything tasted fresh, sour and so alive. It made the one I had at Chai – Eat Like Malaysian (which I did like too) seem quite grey in comparison. It was Jillian who recommended I try the assam laksa on my virgin visit and as she’s native to Malaysia, it would have been stupid not to listen.

I have since heard that there are better assam laksas out there (to be hunted out at a later date, for certain!). They better be gravity-defying…

assam laksa

Other things experienced at this restaurant include lobak. Tristan had ordered this pre-chicken curry laksa, bottomless pit that he is. We all got to taste and despite my only having lobak on one occasion prior, this wasn’t amazeballs.


I was pretty shocked at the notion that they didn’t have hot teh tarik (seriously, why don’t they?!) and ordered some cold approximation of said beverage. Tristan got some soy milk, eager to evoke fond memories of the same drink in Hong Kong.

soy milk drink

It gets a bit old being that arsehole tourist who says x is so much better in <insert destination newly travelled to here>, but yeah, both me and T were.

Flemington seems to have quite the nook of Malaysian restaurants, all of which I’m keen to further explore. As someone who readily admits not being informed on its culinary authenticity, I’m a fan of Laksa King – it’s cheap, casual, friendly and has a good range of food on the menu. It’s quite stylish inside too.

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Melbourne Makers visit Made…Cafe!

My friend Suz runs a monthly workshop/jam-sesh called Melbourne Makers in Kensington and a few of us decided to meet beforehand for breakfast. At first we ventured to a very packed Social Roasting Company who didn’t have space for us (though the staff were lovely). Suz suggested we trot down the road to a place called Made Cafe.

Made Cafe do breakfasty basics and also have fair trade coffee. The menu is small and the staff are sweet. It’s very teensy and decorated wonderfully. In fact, there’s a Ghostpatrol work on one of their walls. We were all far too busy nattering for me to take a photo. I ordered tea to start with and boy do I love a good-looking tea service! Quaint spoons, saucer and teacup. The milk jug is just precious!

tea service

Suz had some toast with the standard array of condiments. I chose the bircher muesli in an attempt to pretend to be healthy. This can’t have been that healthy, it tasted far too good! Jokes. It hit the spot. Lots of yummy fruit and comforting oaty goodness. It recalls Ready-Brek warmth of my British childhood. Yes, I know, the British are weird but you would be too if you lived in such a cold country.

bircher muesli with pistachio, kiwi fruit & strawberries

Tristan had the lemon avocado and tomato toast while I looked on jealously. I don’t know why my tummy and avocado have to be mortal enemies when they aren’t to my mouth. Instead of a plate, the toast was served on a wooden chopping board. Very sweet.

 lemon avocado & tomato on bread

After a nice breakfast, some friendly staff and chatting, we were joined by another mate and we all set off for an afternoon of making things. Stop by sometime if you’re in the area. It’s reasonably priced, friendly and just near Newmarket Station. Thanks for the recommendation, Suz!

Made Cafe on Urbanspoon