Monday, June 26, 2017

kl: siu yoke

Once we knew that we’d have to go to KL, Gong Gong went on and on about a Siu Yoke (roast pork belly) stall.

He ate there with a friend before. He felt it was very good and he wanted to have it again with us in tow.

So apart from the wedding stuff, that was the sole item on our KL agenda: Eat Siu Yoke.

On the morning when Choon and Phoebe were at the Chinese restaurant to put up their wedding decorations and fix last-minute issues, we hopped into two Grab taxis and went to the address scrawled on a piece of paper which Gong Gong had been keeping in his pocket.

Gong Gong had been hustling us to hurry up and get to the place to beat the queue. We got there just past 11am and found out that lunch was only served from 1230pm. Never mind. The few servers who were languidly sitting around the empty coffeeshop waiting for their boss to prepare the pork told us: OK, you’re Number 1!

* Signboard

* Price list. Not so cheap

The kids have never waited 90 minutes for a meal. We sat around, drank tea and coffee, chit-chatted, helped ourself to free-flow pork-bone soup, I walked around the neighbourhood and spotted some men skinning a bull’s head, everyone went to toilet.

* The entire coffeeshop tanking up on drinks and soup while waiting

By 1230pm, the place was packed with people standing around waiting for tables and nothing had been served yet. We were bored out of our brains. Por Por said, “This Siu Yoke had better be good”. Gong Gong, not wishing to commit, replied, “You eat and then see lor.”

All the cooking - at least of the Siu Yoke star of the show - was done by one man and he was still roasting behind the shop in an alley. Each time he was done, one of his assistants would haul the slab of pork and bring it to the front of house.

* The chef, labouring over two, er, oil drums in which the pork is roasted. He only makes enough for lunch and apparently closes at 3pm


Happily, we were really #1. The first plates of roast pork, rice, char siew and roast chicken came our way, which we polished off in a hurry as a family stood over our table. (they later said that they came to queue every day)

* Family waiting for our table, and the queue

The rice and chicken were forgettable but the Siu Yoke, what can I say? I daresay it’s probably the best I’ve ever had. My fussy father, mother and brother were all nodding their heads in satisfaction. Thick with distinct layers of a heck-of-a-lot-of fat, it melts in the mouth with a delicate spray of warm oil and a crackly crunch of crust. Frightfully sinful.

* Siu Yoke

* Char Siew 

KK and Day rather enjoyed the char siew too. The girls, however, had their usual issue with fat (they don't like it, they think its slimy) and so they separated and ate only the lean park of the Siu Yoke. Which completely defeated the purpose.

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