“Iris, I am a curry laksa freak from way back and am sorry to say the the members of their appreciation group have missed the mark.

I have been to the kingdom on many occasions and have witnessed their sad decline into that fetid and overpopulated world of generic asian stodge.

Strangely Wellington has a proud history of quality asian food but Its been a long time since Head Like a Hole sang of the joys of a ‘laksa at Kampong’ and indeed in those heady pre stodge days the Kampong was a very quaint little outfit living under a knock shop on Wakefield St where one could dine away in fine bohemian style under a faded ten foot image of some Bavarian castle, you would have felt right at home.

Nothing though will compare to the thickest and meanest laksa of them all that existed in some [name forgotten] building down on the waterfront near the Wakefield market, it was both a meal and a hangover cure and was frequented on saturday mornings by the most eclectic and amiable bunch of film wankers, bankers, bonkers and barkers you would ever have the pleasure to come across. As an illustration of how times have changed there was a Japanese restaurant in the same building that eventually went broke because people were too scared to eat fish that hadnt seen the bottom of a frying pan or liquified vat of fat.

Perhaps the mis-guided members of the SKAS would be better off simply walking next door to perhaps one of the very finest eateries Wellington has to offer in Aunty Minas Vegitarian Kitchen [thanks to Josh O Neil for the lead] who make a fine Nasi Lemak but whos Gado Gado is to die for and is well worth the twice weekly trip all the way from Island Bay not just for the incredible food but to delight in the vision of Aunty Mina ruling her kitchen with an iron fist [something that no doubt would also make you feel right at home]

I wish you happy hailing”