After a lengthy four hours on a cramped AirAsia flight, served by less than casual stewards and air hostesses, we finally fly down into Kuala Lumpur (its golden lights fluttering like a million fireflies) and from there we take a taxi to a comparatively run down area of Malaysia – Petaling Street. It’s 3 AM and our group sets down gear in cubicle sized rooms, almost immediately drifting off to sleep with dreams of the morrow bordering our subconscious minds. Excited as we were, we rest till noon before setting off to explore Petaling Street with its famous China Town, a fusion of colour, noise and people. This place, with its cluster of fake-branded items, is a shopper’s paradise if we are willing to haggle. We don’t try our luck yet. Right now we have food on our minds, and wandering down the street which goes every which way at right angles into more shops, we chance upon a Chinese restaurant.

   This particular place....