As a matter of fact, I have been to Malaysia on one ocassion. It was in June of 1999. I was only there for one night, but it was quite a memorable one. The thing I remember the most about Malaysia was the exquisite dining experience I had while there. My colleagues and I had dinner at an establishment called "The Oily Lobster." I don't speak Chinese, but that's what my interpreter Sum Ting Wong said.
Our entourage arrived at The Oily Lobster at 7pm. Our waiter, Short Dong Kong, recommended that we start off with a popular dish named Belacan as an appetizer. For those that do not know, Belacan is a variety of shrimp paste. These small shrimp are mashed and buried for several months. Then the fermented shrimp are dug up, fried, and then hard pressed into cakes and served with a side order of duck lips. It smelled like a combination of pig vomit and a dead pufferfish that just washed ashore.
For our main entree, I chose stewed door mice, smothered with onions and monkey toes. Sum Ting Wong ordered the Duck Tongue and Chicken Feet platter. Both of these were about as delicious as ice cold spam served on a wooden plank.
After dinner, we purged our systems and finished off the wonderful night with a slice of fecal grub pie. Yummy!