Eating at the end Tuesday

Dinner was Malay cuisine in an open sided street edge restauran. I am not sure what parts of the sheep had been stewed and I was so in doubt I left some of the rubbery bits. Vegetable was green and could have been something like a cucumber or squash. Not much flavour but mixed with some crumbly white cheese and perhaps stewed in coconut milk. Plus an edible biryani rice. And quite inexplicably, a bowl with red mildly spicy sauce with two chicken gizzards floating in it. Better than it looked. Meanwhile around me buzzed thousands of people and traffic.