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Back on topic, I ate goat for the first time while I was in Malaysia. Goat curry, to be more precise. It was rather delicious.
Long version: I went out to tea with Mrs Shrike's dad to a nasi kandar somewhere in KL chinatown (don't ask where, my brain is still trying to make sense of KL roads). He ordered roti telur and a goat curry, I ordered nasi goreng ayam, thinking I'd be getting some delicious, spicy chicken rice. Basically the nasi goreng ayam I'm used to in Melbourne, but better. What happened next requires a little elaboration…
In Australia, once a town become large enough to warrant restaurants, it will rapidly acquire a Chinese restaurant. Whether it's good or bad, serving Cantonese cuisene or Sichuan, it will have a sign that says "CHINESE RESTAURANT." And it will always serve a dish called "Special Fried Rice." In the better of these restaurants, Special Fried Rice will consist of yesterdays (or earlier todays) rice, stir fried with some roast pork or Chinese sausage, egg, and fresh green vegetables. In the worst, it will be freshly steamed rice, barely fried in a pan with ham, peas, chunks of carrot the size of small continents, and bits of corn. And it will taste exactly like steamed rice with ham, peas, chunks of carrot and corn.
This, as it turns out, is what I had ordered at the nasi kandar, with the exception that instead of ham, I had what appeared to be a leg of crumbed (breaded) chicken, and not a particularly meaty or well-seasoned one, that had been mutilated with a meat cleaver and chucked into the wok.
Needless to say, I was a little disappointed. So Mrs Shrike's Dad shared his goat curry with me, which tasted awesome, and in which I could identify the remains of things like curry leaves and fenugreek seeds.
So yeah. Goat. It beats shitty fried rice hands down.
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