I have one Malaysian friend in London, but have yet to get her to come to Malaysia Hall with me amid her ever-busy work schedule - she’s her company’s financial controller.
But when I was there for breakfast this time round, the table next to me were 4 Indonesian-speaking women, whilst the young man on the other side spoke with a distinct Korean accent when he ordered. Then, a Japanese man came in, seemed like a regular as he bantered with the service staff, and took away a few packs of nasi lemak.
