I’ve alluded a couple times before to the fact that won ton mee is the best food in the world, and now I will come right out and say it. Won ton mee is the best food in the world. This dish consists of noodles, won tons, vegetables, and roast pork, all in a dark sauce. It’s not spicy, but if you choose you can always add chiles and sambal, as my grandfather does. It also comes with a small bowl of soup.
Over the years, I have consumed many plates of won ton mee. Some have been good and some have been not so good; I haven’t really paid much attention to which is which. Now, though, I’ve begun to consider a possible rating system in the hopes of one day finding the best plate of won ton mee in all of Southeast Asia. A tall goal? Perhaps. But I am willing to eat much won ton mee in the pursuit of this goal.
First, though, let me introduce you in detail to this wonderful food.
This is a prime example of won ton mee from Penang. Here you can see the won tons, vegetables, and the roast pork. The soup is, for some reason, missing. I can’t remember if it came later or if they’d run out.
Here’s another example of won ton mee. I include this one so that you can see the difference in won tons—sometimes they’re boiled and sometimes they’re fried. I prefer the boiled kind which, happily, you encounter more often. Of course, the fried variation is also not objectionable.
This is a partially-consumed plate of won ton mee. I include it because I want to discuss the sauce. I am picky about my sauce amount. Too little is not good, but too much is also unfortunate. This one is verging close to the too much side of things. That said, I do value a good sauce. If the sauce is delicious, this is definitely not too much. (This sauce was not that delicious.)
I recently had a long layover in Kuala Lumpur and thus was finally able to accomplish one of my life goals: eat won ton mee in KL. I’d been told by one of my relatives that if I like won ton mee I needed to try it in KL. Since then, that’s been the only thing on my bucket list.
I was a bit nervous about getting into KL from the airport, but I received instructions from Sara and it turned out to be quite simple. I took a bus from the airport into the city, took a train one stop down the line, and found myself right in front of Chinatown. I stood there on the sidewalk, clutching my bags, and trying to figure out where to go. My plan had been to walk until I found a food court, but once I was actually on the ground, I began to have doubts in my plan.
No other plans, however, sprang readily to mind, so I started walking.
Luckily, my plan worked out pretty well. After wandering through a market selling watches and various other incarnations of cheap knick-knacks, I was greeted by a wall with the words “won ton mee” written on it. Success!
Thus, I had my first taste of KL won ton mee.
The verdict? It was good. Quite good. The noodles were thinner than I’m used to, which was a nice change. The soup was also delicious, which was exciting. Sometimes the soup can be iffy. In conclusion, however, trying won ton mee at only one place in Kuala Lumpur was not enough. I must return, this time armed with a rating system.