A Malaysian Blog about Food, Family and Friends – by Lyrical Lemongrass
The stall serving naan and tandoori opposite Ampang Point doesn’t have a signboard, but the folk at FriedChillies call it Uncle Aru’s. Crowds throng this place daily for the most scrumptious naan and the tastiest, juiciest pieces of tandoori chicken and fish. I generally avoid using superlatives because the “best” is always arguable, but I haven’t come across a fluffier, tastier piece of naan in my life. Try the garlic + butter naan (2 in 1) – it is my favourite. They’ve somehow perfected the method of cooking in a tandoor oven. Chicken pieces, even breast meat, come out tender and juicy with the right amount of spices, and the fish (tenggiri) with lime juice squeezed over it is just divine. While I rave about the naan and tandoori, the accompanying curries and sambhars don’t excite me as much. There is no such thing as perfection. Didn’t someone say that the search for perfection begins with the detection of imperfection?
Thanks, Jun Chan, for introducing this place to me!
On a different note, with the beginning of a new year, the following verse rings true to me and will be my assurance that everything has its purpose:
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Here’s to a wonderful 2011.
That Naan and Tandoori place
Tel: 012-354 5624
Open for dinner.
GPS coordinates: 3.157067, 101.750141 (+3° 9′ 25.44″, +101° 45′ 0.51″)
Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.