Malaysia because of teh tarik. That was some mighty strong tea. Brunswick for dinner. The menu was indeed extensive and the place was pleasant with a hint of chaos. And i liked what i tasted anyway. Especially the carrot and sweet potatoes. The place served a hearty portion of it, too. We took an apple and rhubharb crumble to take home. That was my first experience of both rhubharb and crumble. Market and became ecstatic. Cheeses, dips, preserves, fruits. Despite the absence of those two, the soup was warm, filling and flavorful enough to help me deal with my first winter. Indonesia or simply tasting different. But i think it is safe to say that my tempe balado tasted roughly the same as if i had made it in its homeland. Of course there were a few adjustments. Oh, and that was my first taste of artichokes yknow. Slightly too creamy for my taste but maybe that was the butter sauce. Of course most of my heart would go to tempe and oncom, but those chickpea dishes have been fluttering in and out of my mind since that day. And i think they were telling the truth. The baklava was nice, but what was amazingly good were the pistachio bunches in pastry envelopes. They were sweet, crunchy, rich and sublimely scrumptious.