Let’s face it: mushy brown food is just not appetizing. Likewise for anchovy-topped papaya, or burnt-looking noodles, or grilled animals whose heads and innards have been left intact for your gluttonous pleasure.
But trust me on this. Go to Malaysia. These things are gastronomically orgasmic.
If you need to, close your eyes. Try anything they slop onto your plate.
And if you need to, take a peek at the history of the place. A peninsula in Southeast Asia, with centuries of Indians and Chinese washing up on shore, and scores of meddling Europeans anchoring at its ports for a plundering, a barter, or a few wars over spices — I think tells you all. This place is a culinary Frankenstein.
What follows is a picture of every meal I had in Malaysia (a travel-nerd habit I’ve recently picked up):