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A fortnight in Malaysia taught me that comfort food has nothing to do with authenticity ā and everything to do with not having to figure anything out.
We'd been on the road for almost two weeks, living out of one bag, when the tiredness stopped being physical and started being the kind that makes you miss things you don't usually think about.
It wasn't homesickness, exactly. Nobody misses their own kitchen this dramatically. It was smaller than that, and more constant: the low hum of always having to decide something. Which bus. Which queue. Which menu. Whether the thing on the plate is going to be too spicy, and whether asking is going to make you look like a tourist. Two weeks of small decisions piles up in a way that sleep can't fix.
What I didn't expect was that the cure would show up three times, in three plates, in three cities ā and that none of them would look anything like the food I grew up with.
It was a plate of ayam masak merah at a small kopitiam in Kuala Lumpur ā chicken cooked down in a sweet, chilli-red gravy ā that did it.
Nothing about the ingredients matched anything from home. Not the chicken, not the gravy, not the way it was spooned over rice at nine in the morning, next to a glass of iced tea that came out of a plastic jug. And yet the sweetness of the sauce, the way it sat over warm rice, hit the exact same note as a Sunday lunch back in India. The same note. Different song.
We went back to that same kopitiam three more times that trip ā not because it was the best version of the dish in the city, but because it was the one that felt familiar. That distinction matters more than I knew then. When you're far from home, you're not hunting for the best food. You're hunting for the food that doesn't ask you to be brave.
We went back three more times ā not because it was the best version of the dish in the city, but because it was the one that felt familiar.
A few days later we were in Penang, and the tiredness caught up properly.
That night we ended up at a roadside stall eating banana leaf rice with our hands, and for twenty minutes none of it mattered. Not the bag, not the laundry, not the itinerary we'd been quietly arguing about since Alor Setar. There was rice, and there was curry, and there was the specific, unglamorous business of eating with your fingers, which takes just enough attention to leave no room for anything else.
It wasn't the food that fixed it. It was that it tasted like something we didn't have to figure out. Something that came with instructions already folded into it ā scoop, mix, eat, repeat. The stall did the thinking. We just sat there doing the eating.
I've thought about that a lot since. Comfort food is usually described as a flavour. I think it's closer to a grammar. You don't have to be fluent in it. You just have to not be translating.
Then it rained.
We walked into a random cafe in George Town mostly to get out of the rain, and ended up ordering a creamy chicken pasta off a menu that had nothing to do with Malaysian food at all. Penne, a pale cream sauce, sliced chicken, too much black pepper. The kind of thing I would never have ordered at home, and would probably have described as boring if you'd shown it to me a week earlier.
It was perfect.
It wasn't trying to be authentic to anywhere. It was just a warm, simple plate at the right moment, in a city we'd never planned to eat pasta in. We sat by the window with the rain coming down on the shophouses outside and the street turning into a grey smear of umbrellas and headlights, and I remember thinking: this is the whole point, isn't it. Sometimes the best comfort food finds you exactly because you weren't looking for it.
If you're planning a trip and hoping to eat your way through it, three small things I'd pass on:
Somewhere between a kopitiam in Kuala Lumpur and a rainy cafe in George Town, I stopped being a visitor at a table and started being a person having lunch. Which is, I think, the whole trick of comfort food: it doesn't take you home. It just stops asking you to be anywhere else.
That's what I'll take from this trip. Not the recipe. The twenty minutes.
What food has made you feel at home while travelling? Tell us your story and tag @traveltreattogether ā because every traveller has that one dish that brings them back home.
We’re three friends who met in Malaysia and turned our love for travel and food into Travel Treat Together. Full-time professionals who never quit our jobs ā just found a way to make every trip count.
Travel Treat Together is a travel blog for working professionals who want to see the world without quitting their jobs. Explore destination guides, itineraries and stories from across Asia and beyond.
