A Taste of Singapore: Laksa, Nasi Lemak, and a Joyful Detour at Nanyang Coffee Shop

Some food trips are planned. Others happen by delicious accident. Ours was the latter—a spontaneous stop that turned into a full-blown culinary adventure, complete with slurps of laksa, fragrant coconut rice, and the kind of laughter that only great food and good company can summon.

The moment we stepped into Nanyang Coffee Shop, we were greeted by the comforting aroma of toasted bread, rich spices, and freshly brewed kopi. It felt like entering a little pocket of Singapore, where every dish seemed to whisper, “Sit down, relax, and eat well.”

Laksa Love at First Slurp

I went straight for the laksa—no hesitation, no second guessing. When the bowl arrived, it was a vibrant medley of noodles swimming in a creamy, orange-hued broth that promised depth and drama. The first spoonful delivered: coconut milk richness, a gentle heat from spices, and that signature savory umami that clings lovingly to every strand of noodle.

Each bite was a layered experience—silky broth, chewy noodles, and bursts of flavor that made me pause, grin, and go right back for more. It was comfort food with personality, bold yet reassuring, like a warm hug with a spicy punchline.

My Wife’s Crown Jewel: Nasi Lemak

Across the table, my wife’s nasi lemak looked like a masterpiece arranged with purpose. The coconut rice was fluffy and aromatic, paired with crispy anchovies, roasted peanuts, a perfectly fried egg, and that irresistible sambal—sweet, spicy, and slightly smoky.

She took a bite, and smiled. That was the review. No words needed. Of course, I had to “taste for research purposes,” and yes, the sambal had that addictive balance that keeps you coming back even when your tongue is already negotiating a truce with the heat.

There’s something special about meals like this: unplanned, unpretentious, and full of flavor. The laksa satisfied my craving for something bold and comforting, while her nasi lemak delivered that harmonious blend of sweet, savory, and spicy that defines Southeast Asian cuisine at its best.

More Than Just a Coffee Stop

We initially walked in expecting a quick coffee break. We walked out full, happy, and already plotting our return. Because some places don’t just serve food—they serve moments. And in that cozy corner of Nanyang Coffee Shop, between my laksa and her nasi lemak, we found one of those simple, joyful moments worth savoring long after the last spoonful was gone.

For a Bite of Broth and Brilliance: GOTO Din Tai Fung’s Signature Xiao Long Bao

Xiao long bao are not just dumplings—they are tiny, steaming parcels of

anticipation. Born in the Jiangnan region of China, particularly around Shanghai, these delicate creations look humble at first glance: pleated dough, neatly gathered at the top, resting quietly in a bamboo steamer. But inside each one is a surprise—a savory broth that forms as the dumpling steams, mingling with finely seasoned minced pork to create a burst of flavor in a single bite.

Eating xiao long bao is a small ritual. You lift one gently, aware that it holds hot soup within. A careful nibble releases the aromatic broth, warm and comforting, before the rest of the dumpling follows, dipped lightly in black vinegar with slivers of ginger. In that moment, texture, aroma, and taste come together—soft wrapper, rich filling, and silky soup—making the experience feel both simple and indulgent.

More than just food, xiao long bao represent craftsmanship and patience, each fold sealing not only the filling but also a centuries-old culinary tradition passed down through generations of dumpling makers.

The original Din Tai Fung in Taipei began as a small cooking oil retail shop founded in 1958 by Yang Bing-yi and his wife, Lai Pen-mei, on Xinyi Road. When cooking oil sales declined, the couple pivoted to selling handmade xiao long bao, which quickly gained a loyal following for their thin skins, rich broth, and precise 21-fold craftsmanship. The modest eatery evolved into a global culinary icon, yet the original Taipei branch remains a pilgrimage site for dumpling enthusiasts, celebrated for preserving the brand’s meticulous standards and classic Taiwanese flavors.

There are two kinds of people in a Din Tai Fung queue: the first-timers, wide-eyed and Googling “how many xiao long bao is too many,” and the veterans, calm and calculating, already planning their order like a military operation. We belong firmly to the second group. Our visits to Din Tai Fung are not mere meals—they are carefully choreographed culinary pilgrimages with soup dumplings as the main event and happiness as the inevitable side dish.

The ritual begins even before we enter the restaurant. Spotting the glass window where the dumpling artisans fold each xiao long bao with mathematical precision is like watching a live performance of edible origami. Twenty-one folds per dumpling, they say. I’ve never counted, but I always stare long enough to convince myself I could, if challenged. It’s oddly therapeutic, like watching rice fields sway, or government paperwork get approved on the first try (rare, but beautiful).

Once seated, we open the menu with the reverence usually reserved for legal documents or national budgets. But unlike those, this one sparks pure joy. My eyes go straight to the sacred trio: Pork Xiao Long Bao, Wontons and Noodles with Spicy Sauce, and that deceptively simple Crispy Beef Strips, etc., that tastes like comfort wearing a Michelin-approved suit. Given my long-standing love for these dish always feels like a personal shoutout from the kitchen. 

The arrival of the bamboo steamer is always a cinematic moment. The lid lifts, steam rises, and there they are—perfect little dumpling domes glistening like they know they’re famous. Eating xiao long bao is a delicate science: lift gently, nibble a tiny hole, sip the broth (liquid gold), then devour the rest before gravity or impatience ruins the plan. The first bite always resets my mood, my outlook, and occasionally my life goals.

Then come the noodles, in that spicy, savory sauce that whispers, “Just one more,” until suddenly the bowl is empty and I’m contemplating ordering a second round under the guise of “research.” Din Tai Fung has that effect—it convinces you that gluttony is actually a form of cultural appreciation.

The service, consistently efficient yet warm, adds to the charm. The staff move with the quiet confidence of people who know they are facilitating joy, one order slip at a time. Water refilled, tea poured, soy sauce dishes replenished—it’s a well-oiled machine that ensures the only thing I need to focus on is the next bite.

And let’s not ignore the pacing strategy required for a proper Din Tai Fung visit. We order everything at once. Then start with xiao long bao (there will be at least 3-4 kinds). Add a vegetable dish to pretend you’re being responsible. Then, inevitably, surrender to the noodles, etc., By the end, you’ll be leaning back in your chair, both satisfied and mildly astonished at how dumplings managed to defeat your self-control yet again.

Every visit ends the same way: a full stomach, a lighter mood, and a quiet promise to return “soon”—which, in Din Tai Fung terms, usually means the next time we are within a five-kilometer radius of a branch. Because once you’ve experienced that perfect burst of soup inside a dumpling, ordinary meals just feel like meetings that could have been emails.

In the grand narrative of our dining adventures, Din Tai Fung is not just a restaurant. It is a recurring chapter—one filled with steam, precision, and the comforting knowledge that somewhere, a fresh batch of xiao long bao is being folded, waiting patiently for my next visit.