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Amay's House

I went to Amay's House years ago and remembered it to be rather good, including a really decent roti prata with chicken curry that was just as I remembered eating them long ago in Singapore when I was still a child.
They since closed and recently reopened near Joyce Skytrain Station -- basically at the busy intersection of Kingsway and Joyce, next door to the CIBC. Currently it looks terrible with the busted front door, but inside it's clean and decently maintained.


Appetizers have appetizer portions and appetizer prices, but noodle mains had generous portions for price, which is not that easy to find nowadays. Great value!

Burmese Style Samosas ($10 - samosas stuffed with diced potatoes, onions, traditional spices)
  • Inside it looks like curried potatoes but the flavour is quite weak, though the subtle red onion does make itself known to impart some interestingness to the potatoes.
  • The description doesn't say it's curried potato so they can't be faulted for not having a strong curry flavour no matter what it looks like.
  • Not spicy at all (despite the 1-chili warning on the menu) even if you slather on the sauce.
Prata served with Curry Chicken ($14 for two pieces)
  • You may know this as roti prata or roti canai.
  • Despite being basically an oily dough, I found the product served to the table a bit too oily.
  • Also a bit over done, with too much charring leading to too much flaking.
  • Despite the barely passable prata, the chicken curry at least did not disappoint.
Coconut Milk Noodle Soup ($14 - egg noodle, coconut milk, chicken curry, onions, deep fried noodle crisp)
  • Though tasty enough, this sounded more interesting than it turned out to be.
  • Basically a chicken curry with breast meat strips, and a lot of coconut milk. A few strips of deep fried noodle for fun but it's not a big part of the dish.
  • Not in the description but I also had a hard boiled egg.

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