Until last Friday, I had yet to find a Malaysian restaurant that was worth a 2-hour flight from home.
We had dinner reservations on the day that I arrived, and when we entered the restaurant, an inviting fragrance of chili, ginger, and coconut beckoned us as we were greeted by the friendly staff. Immediately, we had a good feeling about this place.
The menu was clearly written and colourful. The silverware and plates were spotless, but when we received our drinks, I noticed a large crack on the side of my glass. Nevertheless, it was kindly replaced by the server.
We started with the roti cannai, which we loved. The curry dip was not overpowering, thus, complimenting the roti well.
The main course was a perfect balance of fiery chili and smooth coconut bases. Even though (at our request) the beef in the Indian Mee Goreng was substituted with tofu, the full flavour was ever-present; the pineapple seafood fried rice was a little dry, but the essence of spices accentuated its savouriness.
Our gastronomic adventure was then concluded with the signature coconut crepes, which were beautifully presented (and delicious).
After the tea candles were lit, the restaurant had a more relaxed and intimate feel, and our ears fell upon the eclectic mix of reggae and lounge music. But what seems to differentiate Tamarind Hill from the familiar Banana Leafs or Tropikas is the personable approach towards customers. Throughout the evening, I noticed that the staff worked hard to make everyone's dining experience as comfortable as possible. A bonus was when the director took the time to speak with us, and we were also flattered by the server's attempt to be multi-lingual (how kawaii...). Overall, the service was attentive and professional -- exactly what a conscious diner would expect.
In summary, I would give Tamarind Hill an outstanding mark for both its hospitality and quality of food.
(Scott and Louis, terima kasih. We'll be back again soon.)