If I want to eat laksa, I go to one of my favorite stalls in my neighborhood. If I want pasta, I visit my favorite Italian eatery.
Even if you put a gun to my head, I will not eat laksa pasta.
It’s not that I’m not adventurous – trust me, I am – but it is my humble opinion that fusion food is the creation of failed chefs.
You can’t cook a decent bowl of laksa even if your life depended on it, and you can’t even do simple pasta so laksa pasta is the result and because it is “original” there is no standard to compare your creation to, so you survive. You may even get famous.
And to the hordes of know-nothings, who think Chinese food means Crystal Jade, they would worship you and beat a path to your restaurant.
Me? Don’t count on me to show up.
Ever.