
Bayswater, London. A trainee accountant with a kuali (wok) and a plan.
One day, in a flavourful moment, arwah (late) Tukdin thought to start up an eating place where eating would be an experience like going back home. It was an "eating place" mind, not a vast restaurant as would stretch expenses beyond the reach of a trainee accountant living in a dingy room above a Bayswaterian Asian grocery.
He was adding up the figures and dreaming up condiments, meticulously, sialagogusly, but they didn't add up. So instead, he began inviting friends for occasional slap-up meal, then began to ask what repasts of the past they'd craved for persistently.


The story continues with you. Come, let's makan (eat).



