I have to admit, this is the 'other' side of town most Melbournites usually don't step foot into, not least because of a lack of excellent eats. This unassuming little corner of Flemington however is home to the boastful Laksa King. Does the name live up to the hype? I went to find out.
The communal style tables were plain and the benches were slightly uncomfortable, but this may be because of the evidently high customer turnover rate. You enjoy the meal, but someone waiting in the 20 minute queue will happily replace you.
My friend and I went for the signature dishes, seafood laksa and Char Koey Teow. The Laksa was thick with coconut, and personally, I like this. Having been to Penang, where the curry is slightly more watery, one may think the authenticity is not there.
We are in Melbourne however, and authenticity is not entirely on the cards if you want a good $10 meal. What was great is the slightly tangy aftertaste you get after a mouthful of the soup, which goes down well with the monstrous sized prawn making its appearance in the curry.
The spicing was a tad mild for the not so faint of heart but tasty nonetheless. The Char Koey Teow was slightly smokey, which is usually a good sign for the purists out there looking to disseminate every dish. A good helping of prawns, fish cakes, and bean sprouts with chilli sauce helped round out a staple to any Malaysian diet.
We finished our meal with an order of Sago pudding which complemented the laksa with a creamy texture. A must try for any Asian dessert lover.
As we got up to leave, stomach happily satisfied, we noticed the lights dangling from the ceiling and the cords attached to them made to look as if they were noodle strands. A nice, chic addition to an otherwise sterile atmosphere where food is king and the rest can wait.