I almost missed it. Tucked into The Sultan at 101 Jalan Sultan, a short walk from the mosque...

I was scrolling one night, half-tired, when a short clip stopped my thumb. A creator was...

For years, I ordered the same way everyone around me did. I'd walk in, glance at the sign, ask...

Some places don't need a big introduction. They just keep the lights on, keep the woks going, and...

There's a certain kind of place you notice without really looking. A food court stall near the...

It was loud in the way that comforts you. Trays sliding across steel counters. The hiss of a...

I've noticed it happens quietly, almost without words. Someone glances at a certificate on the...

The craving usually arrives late. It’s past nine, I’m tired, and what I want is oddly specific:...

There's a particular sound I associate with dim sum, and it's the soft thud of a bamboo basket...

It starts with lemongrass hitting hot oil. That sound, that soft, urgent crackle, and then the...

The dish had barely touched the table when my cousin asked it. "Is this halal certified?" ...

The craving always starts the same way for me. A whiff of lemongrass from somewhere. The memory...

anyone else, the way she always does. That gesture told me something before I'd tasted a single...

Before I eat, I pause. It's a small thing. A breath, sometimes a whispered word, my hands...

My mother always checked the certificate on the wall before we sat down. I used to find it a...

The first time I ate dim sum with my whole family at one table, nobody had to check anything....

Positano Risto is a halal Italian restaurant at 66 Bussorah Street in Kampong Glam, Singapore,...

I've always found it interesting how quickly people nod at the word "organic." You say it at a...

The first time a friend asked me, "So halal just means no pork, right?" I paused. Not because...

I remember standing in a supermarket aisle, holding two packets of chicken, unsure. One had a...