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Hidden in one of Penang’s first-ever built public flats, Beoy Chong Kee is a name that’s been around for ages, proudly waving the Cantonese cuisine. The place has seen it all — from the grimy, smelly early days to the clean, gentrified facelift it wears today. It’s got the vibes, no doubt.
The food keeps it real — no plating but just straight-up heritage dishes. But somewhere between “heritage” and “hospital food portions,” it loses the plot. You’ll need three meals’ worth just to feel remotely full.
I had high expectations for the sweet and sour pork, thinking I was about to bite into some nostalgic magic. Instead, I got pork paddling in an overly sweet sauce — the kind that says, “flavour? Optional.” Where’s that Cantonese caramelisation, that perfect cling of sauce hugging each piece? Not here, sadly.
The stir-fried pork liver with veggies and prawns? Flavour’s there, but good luck sharing. You can literally count the ingredients like you’re doing an inventory.
Then there’s the service — or, more accurately, don’t even think of having any. My dad’s been visiting for years and swears the same curly-haired aunty has never smiled since the 80s’. It’s almost iconic now — the art of serving with complete emotional detachment.
If you’re after a hearty Cantonese dinner and a warm smile? This probably isn’t it. But if you’re here to relive old Penang, soak in the classic kopitiam feel, and nibble on tiny bites while reminiscing, then yes — Beoy Chong Kee delivers exactly that.
To be honest, it is overrated by those KOL who knows nothing.