“You can travel the world, see the sights, hear the slang and sounds, breathe fragrance otherwise foreign to you and taste exotic food. But home is where the spice and rice is more than nice – especially 7am nasi kandar.” – Jahabar Sadiq
Nasi Kandar as we know it today would be almost unrecognisable to those living during the time of its origin. In the bustling streets of colonial George Town, meandering their way among Indian-Muslim immigrants who were mainly merchants, traders and labourers, were men who carried two baskets of rice and dishes on a wooden pole. The aroma of fresh, hot food would precede their arrival, and workers would swarm them as soon as they put down their pole. There, by the roadside, were the beginnings of a veritable Malaysian institution.
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