His invitation sets my mouth drooling and while I haven’t been back to Penang for a while, I yearn for the nasi kandar at the Kapitan Kling mosque in, I think, Pitt Street. I learnt about the place when I was a kid when Mum dragged my Dad and I to pray at the Kuan Yin temple. While she was kneeling to and worshipping the Chinese Penangites' most revered deity, Dad and I were eating at Penang’s most revered nasi kandar in front of the mosque, just a short walk away. Mum has always been pious while Dad and I were always hungry.
My dad loved any form of Indian food [Muslim or otherwise], and exposed me to these fares such as the one at the Kapitan Kling mosque, a row of stalls next to the old bazaar in Penang Road, Dawood restaurant somewhere in the vicinity of Penang Road, Sri
Merah Minah* restaurant in Glugor and a stall right opposite Kuantan Road. I believe there were also some old stalls along Bricklin Road but I can’t be sure about this last one because after my old man passed away, I left Penang to work in another state.
* thanks to ali allah ditta's correction
Well, Ali, I’ll most certainly drop you a line next time I come Penang’s way so we may meet up. I look forward to this rendezvous.
Till we meet, cheers!