No matter how few times we have blinked the years away, the majestic sight of crisp, paper-thin, sugar-encrusted roti tisu—drizzled with sweetened condensed milk and towering over us—never ceases to amaze.
What if we fast-forward a couple more years?
Can the past be a reliable indicator of the future?
Will Salim's roti tisu still stand just as tall, still taste just as perfect?
Or will we be simply reaching for the memory of what it tasted like before? Perhaps the taste is merely a vessel for a cherished moment with someone we love. Maybe that's what all comfort foods truly are.
Who can say?
One can always hope. One can always believe.
Hope and believe in the masterful hands of the roti man at Restoran Salim, in little Kota Kinabalu.
Roti tisu. Then and now. Always and forever.
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