Rice Crazy, a literal translation for "Nasi Gila"
1:30am - craves for food, craves for street food, craves for food other than fast food
1:31am- its still pouring outside, steps out for some air
1:35am - blurts out "Dayum I'm hungry" Karl goes, *you wanna eat gesture, with matching arm movements as if holding a spoon and fork, and wears a big smile
1:40 - we hit the spot, the man is still serving to people, and we know that the food has got to be good
Here we go!
And so we decide to have our Rice Crazy! i mean, our Crazy Rice!
The rice which is crazy and makes us crazy for rice!
This was different from all Nasi Gila's I've ever eaten. The rice was white, usually it is served similar to Fried rice with added toppings which is crazy! Like sausages, fish balls, egg, occasional shrimp, and it goes on! So I'm thinking to myself, each area in the city has their own twist to Rice Crazy or Crazy Rice or the rice which is crazy and makes us crazy for rice!
Me and my bro finally sink our mouth into the spoon filled with street goodness (with the cooks dirt all over the kroepek which he grabs a handful and places it on our plate).
I had not much clue on what was on my plate because of the low lighted area. But it was good, oh sooo goood!
As soon as I was done with my food, I asked my bro if he was down for another round, and another round of Crazy Rice or Rice Crazy or the rice which is crazy and makes us crazy for rice!
This time, it was a tad bit spicier than the first plate, but whatever was in there was even more juicier, succulent, it was like a plate of soft pillows which you wont want to leave.
That is how good the rice which is crazy and makes us crazy for rice! ummm...you get what I mean!
That satisfied my crave for street food, good quality street food. Till now I'm still burping its glory!
Just because the cook looks ghetto, don't underestimate the food.
If the light comes from an old-skool lamp, then the brightness is in the ingredients.
Lastly, walk if you have to get your fill of good food!