Instantly greeted with big smiles by the owner, I joined a group of people under the tree and ordered cendol kacang. It was served in a metal bowl, filled to the brim with the green wormlike rice flour jelly, coconut milk, shaved ice, palm sugar and red beans. No fancyschmancy additions like
or creamed corn here, it’s just the old-fashioned taste that’s loved by the locals. The ingredients were generous and pleasing and within minutes, I had polished off one satisfying bowl. Rejuvenated, I set off all ready to continue my mission only to realise that I forgot to pay for my cendol, which sent me sheepishly running back to the stall. The owner laughed about it and accepted my cash without a grimace while serving up more bowls of
to a line of people that had appeared out of nowhere. Once again, talk to locals and skip the blogs.