No, it isn’t…if you asked me.
A friend of mine took me here…
…to eat the kampua noodles many many years ago, probably around the late 90’s or sometime after that, insisting that this was the best in town. I can’t recall myself feeling that it was all that great then but I did not think otherwise either.
This coffee shop is located at the very end of this road…
…and this lady at the stall is the one cooking the kampua noodles and everything else…
As you may notice, she uses a bigger type of the noodles…
…not the thinner and very curly ones that one may find at some of the other stalls in town. It was firm and not at all soggy but I felt that it lacked the fragrance of lard that had been used to fry sliced shallots till golden brown which is actually one of the major factors that separate the men from the boys when it comes to comparing kampua noodles.
The pian sip I had was not nice either…
The skin was thick, as you can see in the photograph, and I could hardly taste the meat inside and it was not translucent like those at this other place located round the corner – the one that many claim has the best kampua in town but I do beg to differ as well…but if it’s any consolation, I liked the pian sip there.
After having tried it that morning, I really wonder what it is that draws the crowd there every day – including my brother-in-law living in Bintulu. He would insist that the kampua is very nice and would make the beeline to this place for a fix every time he comes back to Sibu.
Well, like I always say, to each his own and contrary to popular belief, what is good for the gander may not be good for the goose. It definitely wasn’t good for me. Period.
...STILL CRAZY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS! 