It is 10 p.m., but Nasi Kandar Deen bistro in Kuala Lumpur is buzzing. Young Malay men, some in prayer robes and caps, others in jeans and baseball caps, chat over drinks and a post-Ramadan meal. A young Chinese woman taps a laptop as her companion browses his phone. Three generations of an Indian family are just departing, leaving shining steel serving platters blotted with sauce.




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