Working at crossing off all the culinary treasures Georgetown possesses, it was time to move onto the serious food.
Everybody knows laksa in Australia as a spicy coconut noodle soup. Somewhere in south east asia I am sure they do something like this. But not in Penang.
Venturing out to find a street stall that was recommended to us, we came to the corner to find a man working away getting ready for the afternoon rush.
Look at the price, a whole dollar.
What came to our table did not look entirely enticing at first glance, thick and dark.
But the flavour was superb, actually very subtle and light.
Liz was not game enough to get a bowl, so settled for a strange green drink, which she liked and I was not to sure about.
This was just a fantastic thick fish stock, with a few noodles, greens, chilli and garnish thrown in. An absolute masterpiece.