Wanting to make sure Ian had a true day off, we made no plans for tourist activities. That turned out to a smart move on our part.
It so happen’s that Ian’s wife Marjorie and their two daughters relocated from KL to Edmonton in Sept 2017, and their eldest now attends he dad’s alma matter. We feel very fortunate that Marjorie had mentioned our being with Ian while chatting long-distance with her dear friend Margaret, back KL. As a result we three were encouraged to go for lunch at the restaurant that’s been in the hands of Margaret’s husband family for generations.
The Tut Kee Restoran is a KL institution which was established in 1928. We planned to arrive late so as to avoid the crowds, but even at 2pm the place was packed and the waiting list long. Margaret met us in the queue and proffered some refreshingly cool drinks for our wait; beer for the fellas and a delicious sour-plum for me- it’s the Malaysian version of lemonade and it’s very tasty.
I must say I respect Margaret a great deal for not just sweeping us in past the crowds in the outdoor foyer. We definitely got a seat quickly, but discreetly. Ian mentioned that they have a lot of regulars and Sunday is their busiest day of the week. I heartily agree that it would have been a bad business move to scurry the only three white people in the large crowd directly to a table.
Apparently the menu has never changed since 1928 - no wonder the chefs have nailed the sublime combination of fresh ingredients and complementary seasonings that made for a delicious Hokkien mee, I really enjoyed that traditional Peranaken noodle dish with a shrimp broth topped with shrimp and pork and fried green onions (shallots).
Margaret’s husband Jack and son Mervin were very busy at the front of house, but even so Jack made time to drop by our table with a warm welcome. He’s a founding member of a local rugby club so I was delighted to remark that my brother Doug is a level four rugby coach. That and the Canadian Women’s Sevens Team winning at the world cup are pretty much the extent of my “conversational rugby.”