I must admit I’ve never warmed to laksa (叻沙) that much, it is just soo very lemak (Malay: rich) because of the coconut milk. I’d feel so full halfway through the bowl. The few bowls that I’ve had in Melbourne were okay, but somehow I kept thinking they weren’t bowls of laksa, they tasted more like noodles in chicken curry. By the time I visited Singapore, I had a burning curiosity to find out exactly what’s the difference between each country’s laksa, my lemakaversion notwithstanding.