Thursday November 24, 2016·
Sunnys Shop opened its doors on Prospect Road a couple of months back and I found myself (with a brain similar to that of a child, or bee) immediately drawn to the array of colourful flowers, plants and plastic stools that decorated it's friendly shop front.
Taking a couple menus from smiley staff we sat outside in the plant-plentiful laneway which runs between Sunnys and a small gym next door. (BTW: watching a 6ft man sweat while he enthusiastically star-jumps to Calvin Harris might do something strange to your digestion but it’s also a sure ice-breaker for any date-takers.) The little fluoro seats are the sort you’d sit on if you were you actually in Hoi An slurping a true curbside pho, so that’s a nice touch.
I am a laksa lady usually, and I’d planned on giving Sunnys combo a go because it is important to know where one can find a laksa with abundant tofu and spicy broth. However, the night was warm and the sound of a fresh Larb gai (minced chicken salad with chili, lime and roasted rice powder) became infinitely more appealing after watching Mr. Star-jump sweat it out.
Sunnys describes itself as 'Asian fusion', which means an array of Malay, Thai and Vietnamese inspired dishes, plus some stuff which is decidedly localised. Namely, the option of 'brown rice with quinoa'. Something in my head whispered quietly 'jack of all trades, master of none', but then I do like a location which simultaneously sates laksa and pho soup tastes, and my head whispers grumpy stuff all the time when I’m hungry so I persisted.
Though Sunnys also promises that it 'won’t break the bank', our choices of Larb Gai, Northern-style beef curry, spring rolls and two bottled juices came to just over fifty bucks. Personally, that might not be bank-breaking, but at least hair-line fracture material. We sat outside and waited, listening to the steady pulse of house music and passing cars.
Sunnys serves its dine-in food in take-away containers, which made the voice in my head whisper something else grumpily about a future filled with mountains of packaging creating soggy, mould mountains. But luckily it was fast, tasty and filling enough to silence any further niggling voices. Though lacking a little (or a lot, depending on your tolerance) in the spice department, everything was pretty flavourful. My socks remained un-rocked, but that’s ok. I will definitely be back to try the laksa, which, who knows, might contain over ten spongey tofu pieces and blow my socks to sneaker-town.