Before April, I’d only tried Baba Nyonya-style Malaysian cooking one other time, at Kopitiam in Chinatown. That small cafe serves traditional snacks along with Malaysian coffee and tea. Philadelphia’s Saté Kampar also serves their versions of the items in a larger space and with a larger menu.
The city’s Cambodian food scene is practically nonexistent (outside of the 23514967 Num Pang sandwich shops, said with love because that place is my heaven), but apparently Philadelphia has quite the community. Every April, Cambodians in Philly celebrate the three-day Cambodian New Year, and on weekends they sell skewers at parks or in front of their homes. When my friend invited me down to enjoy the festivities, I jumped at—or rather, took a bus to—the opportunity.