(由 Google 翻译)Notrili Kedai Kopi 咖啡馆仿佛让人回到了另一个时代,它坐落在马六甲河畔,散发着 20 世纪 80 年代马来亚的魅力。它远离鸡场街的喧嚣,却又与这座城市的脉搏紧密相连。错落有致的木质家具、柔和的琥珀色灯光,以及历经数十年岁月的古色古香的墙壁,让这家咖啡馆弥漫着怀旧的气息——一个让你静静流连的舒适港湾。
我从隔壁的 Leju 民宿漫步而来,希望能找到一些悠闲的当地风情。附近就有一家酒吧,找到一个穆斯林友好的河畔夜生活场所,仿佛挖到了宝——一个无需妥协就能彻底放松身心的机会。房间里弥漫着低沉的谈话声、杯盘碰撞的叮当声,以及偶尔传来的椅子摩擦旧瓷砖的声音。
饮料先上桌,水珠缓缓地从杯中滴落。冰抹茶拿铁立刻吸引了我的注意力——一杯高脚杯,深绿色,看起来柔滑如丝。叮——冰块在我端起拿铁时晃动着。第一口完全符合我的期望:口感均衡,甜而不腻,带着青草的清新,以及在杯沿缓缓回荡的内敛苦味。牛奶并没有淹没抹茶的香气,反而将它包裹起来,就像柔和的光芒环绕着清晰的图像。每一口都如同静谧的植物般宁静。
旁边是一杯琥珀色的冰茶,杯沿微微冒泡——嘶嘶……清脆……清爽——一丝柑橘的清香,让味蕾焕然一新,瞬间带来一丝清爽。第三杯标着“绿点”的茶,加了蜂蜜的甜味,焦糖色泽,令人感到舒适而熟悉。我搅拌着,糖浆般的底部缓缓向上卷起,形成一圈圈螺旋状——旋涡……浓郁的甜味……顺滑的余味——一口令人心旷神怡,近乎纵情享受,即使冰镇后也像温暖的回忆般萦绕口中。
肚子饿了,我点了玉米片和薯条,它们的到来带来了一场别样的感官盛宴。玉米片是一团令人愉悦的混乱:金黄的玉米片掩映在融化的奶酪下,每一口都先是令人满足的酥脆,然后是柔软、柔滑的温暖——酥脆……奶酪绵延……缓缓融化。有些玉米片的边缘刚好卡住了奶酪,留下一小块块烤得酥脆的空隙,每咬一口都发出咔哒咔哒的声音。薯条切得很厚,还热乎着,轻轻地敲在盘子上。酥脆的外皮包裹着蓬松热气腾腾的内馅——酥脆的边缘……温暖的内馅……令人满足的咀嚼——完美的调味让这份简单的快乐更加浓郁。这些小吃简单易做,即使谈话时间慢下来,也会让你忍不住再吃一份。
Notrili 的菜单远不止小吃。黄油鸡饭——浓郁辛辣,分量十足——仍然是这家咖啡馆的招牌菜,浓郁的酱汁浸透蓬松的米饭,温热的口感也可以根据个人喜好调整。意面、抹茶拿铁,以及备受好评的鲜榨橙汁和柠檬水,让这份菜单更注重舒适而非繁琐。价格稳居实惠区间,虽然服务热情周到,但厨房略显落后。即使是凌晨,我的上菜时间也比预期的要长,不过轻松的夜晚氛围减轻了我的沮丧。
Notrili Kedai Kopi 是我去过的最好的咖啡馆吗?不——马六甲的咖啡馆在烹饪理念和精湛技艺方面更有竞争力。但以当地标准来看,它营造出了一种最诱人的氛围:朴实无华,氛围浓郁,令人回味无穷。单是抹茶——草本气息浓郁,口感均衡,甜度恰到好处——就值得一去。
夜幕降临,低声的交谈声和偶尔吹拂的河风营造出一种宁静的氛围。在城里酒吧和夜店林立的街区,Notrili 独树一帜——一个穆斯林友好的角落,人们可以在这里小酌、吃点零食,静观世间流转,慢慢地、一口一口地享受,心满意足。
(原文)
Notrili Kedai Kopi is the kind of place that feels like stepping back into another time, a pocket of 1980s Malayan charm tucked near the Melaka River. It’s away from the bustle of Jonker Street, yet close enough to feel connected to the city’s pulse. With its mismatched wooden furniture, soft amber lighting, and walls that carry the patina of decades, the café breathes nostalgia - a cozy refuge where you can just let the hours slip by.
I wandered in from Leju, the guesthouse just next door where I was staying, hoping for something unhurried and local. Since there’s a bar nearby, finding a Muslim-friendly space to enjoy the night vibe by the river felt like striking gold - a chance to unwind without compromise. The room carried a low hum of quiet chatter, the clinking of cups, and the occasional scrape of chairs over old tiles.
Drinks arrived first, beads of condensation trickling lazily down the glasses. The iced matcha latte stole my attention immediately - a tall, deep-green pour that looked almost velvety. Clink - ice cubes shifted as I lifted it, and the first sip was exactly what I hoped for: balanced, not cloyingly sweet, with a grassy freshness and a restrained bitterness that lingered gently at the edges. The milk didn’t drown the matcha; instead, it framed it, like a soft glow around a sharp image. Each sip was a moment of quiet, vegetal calm.
Beside it, an amber-hued iced tea caught the light, tiny bubbles fizzing softly at the rim - fizz… crisp… awake - a citrusy kick that brightened the palate and sent a quick jolt of freshness through the senses. The third glass, labeled “Green Spot,” held a honey-sweetened tea, caramel-brown and comfortingly familiar. As I stirred, the syrupy base curled upwards in lazy spirals - swirl… thick sweetness… smooth finish - a soothing, almost indulgent sip that lingered like a warm memory, even when chilled.
Hungry, I had gone for nachos and fries, and their arrival brought its own kind of sensory theater. The nachos were a cheerful mess: a golden tangle of tortilla chips buried under molten cheese, each bite starting with a satisfying crunch before giving way to soft, creamy warmth - crunch… cheese stretch… slow melt. Some chips had caught the cheese just at the edges, leaving toasty pockets that snapped audibly with each bite. The fries, thick-cut and still hot, arrived with a muted tap-tap on the plate. Their crisp exteriors yielded to fluffy, steaming centers - crisp edge… warm center… satisfying chew - a simple pleasure amplified by perfect seasoning. Together, they were the sort of unfussy snacks that keep you reaching for just one more, even as the conversation slows.
Notrili’s menu stretches beyond snacks. The butter chicken rice - rich, spiced, and generously portioned - remains the café’s standout dish, its creamy sauce soaking into fluffy rice with a gentle heat you can adjust to your liking. Pasta, matcha lattes, and their much-talked-about freshly pressed orange juice and lemonade round out a menu that favors comfort over fuss. Prices sit firmly in the affordable bracket, and while the service is warm and genuine, the kitchen can lag. Even in the early hours, my plates took longer than expected, though the relaxed pace of the evening softened any frustration.
Is Notrili Kedai Kopi the best café I’ve ever been to? No - Melaka’s café scene has stronger contenders in terms of culinary ambition and polish. But by local standards, it delivers one of the most inviting vibes: unpretentious, deeply atmospheric, and made for lingering. The matcha alone - grassy, balanced, and mercifully light on sweetness - was worth the visit.
As the night wore on, the quiet hum of conversation and the occasional breeze from the river created a cocoon of calm. In a part of town where bars and late-night spots dominate, Notrili stands apart - a Muslim-friendly corner to sip, snack, and watch the world drift by, one slow, satisfying bite at a time