A law student with a passion for fun, sport and food.
Published April 16th 2012
The world of Asian cuisine is much like the world of boxing. There are few spectators who pay attention to the broad spectrum of performers in the various categories, but let's face it, the majority of us only watch the heavyweight bouts; namely that of chinese and thai cuisine. However, I implore you to bear with me for a moment as I introduce you to the underdog of the arena...enter Indonesian cuisine.
It was a tuesday evening. I was in Kensington, walking down Anzac parade when my stomach started to rumble. I looked around and there were a number of restaurants, but despite the hunger, my palate craved for something new. That was when I noticed Fajar.
I slid open the door and wearily took a seat, not quite knowing what to expect. The busy, bright atmosphere, and the sound of patrons talking excitedly over the beautiful melody being produced in the kitchen, set all weariness aside. Instead sensations of happiness and vibrance set in, and the world seemed just a little bit more colourful. This little family run establishment has somehow managed to mix a pinch-full of sweetness, and a handful of spice and flavour, with a dash of that good 'ol home-cooked warmth. Better still, they provide the entire experience in an inexpensive packaging. It'll have you re-evalutaing your standards of value for money.