Kota Kinabalu : Devi’s Cafe
I knew that it’s a common belief that spice or curries can trigger labour and I had Eu to vouch for this. I had an Indian meal with a friend when I expecting her and within a few days, I went into labour.
So as soon as 2009 arrived, I went for dinner with the same friend - and this time, since I am ready to go into labour, we went for my first Indian meal at a simple eatery at Api Api Centre (just behind Marina Court and Promenade Hotel) called Devi’s Cafe.
My sister recommended this place long ago and the only thing that keeps me from coming here is because it is not air-conditioned. But since it was in the evening and less heaty, we chose this place for the meal-that-will-trigger-my-labour.
When we arrived, an Indian family was just leaving and we took that as good sign - if Indian’s themselves frequent the place, it has to be authentic. Besides us, there were only 3-4 tables occupied.
We decided to have their banana leaf set meal with 3 vegetables, 1 meat dish with biryani rice.
My friend had some chicken curry and I had their mutton curry which the waiter stuffed inside the bowl of rice. We were disappointed that they did not have the potato dish and we were puzzled when the waiter did not understand “aloo gobi” and said that what we meant is “potato masala” (which I have never heard of before).
The accompanying vegetables dishes were nothing special. My rice and mutton were good but it was the mango chutney and another condiment that made me polished my whole bowl of rice - so good we even asked for second helpings of these two condiments!
I was satisfied with my meal (except they could have re-heated their vegetables) and for both of us including a bowl of poppadoms and iced drinks only cost us RM24.
The place itself is simple but it does have some nice ceiling decorations that sets it apart from normal Indian coffee shop.
And again, Indian meal proved to be potent with me as two days later, I delivered my third child!
Whenever I’m asked where to dine, my family knows that my first choice would usually be Indian food.



My sister ordered some soup and ordered other biryanis - which I’m sure she will blogged about herself soon.







We even showed him the names on the menu and he still maintained that that tray was both the meals - until the manager or someone came over and sorted things out.


