Jenn W.
Google
In March 2020 (start of COVID lock down), slightly over 6 years ago, I walked into Akar wearing shorts, just to tapao a roasted chicken.
The rest is history.
My wife and I have returned at least once every year since, always for our wedding anniversary. Akar has quietly become part of our life rhythm. Each visit marks time, memory, and how Malaysian food can be reimagined with such depth and respect.
What keeps us coming back is the way Akar celebrates hyperlocal Malaysia. Rare, unknown, often overlooked produce is treated with care, curiosity, and reverence. Every meal teaches us something new about this land. Not just flavours, but stories.
I actually feel a little guilty writing this now. After being a patron for 6 years, this is my first review. There are simply too many beautiful memories to condense. But last night’s menu hit differently.
Sayur Ensabi paired with umami-rich cuttlefish.
Daun Kaduk transformed into ketupat.
Curry leaf reimagined in a humble turnip.
Ubi kayu turned into noodles.
Marble goby, soon hock, as a quiet homage to shark fin broth.
Starfruit transformed into vinegar.
Tuhau reborn as chilli oil.
It is innovation at another level. Thoughtful, grounded, and never gimmicky.
And of course, the classics. The apam balik. The childhood sweets that gently pull you back into memory and nostalgia.
Akar is not just a restaurant. It is a living archive of Malaysian flavours, culture, and possibility. Every recognition it receives is well deserved.
If you have been thinking about visiting, this is your sign. Go with an open mind. You will leave with a deeper love for Malaysian food and a story you will want to tell others.
Thank you, Akar, for continuing to show us what hyperlocal excellence truly means. ⭐️