You’ll follow Chef Samuel through Penang’s bustling morning market before breakfasting at a real kopitiam—no tourists in sight—then dive into a private Malaysian cooking class where you choose your own menu. Expect hands-on lessons in classic dishes like chicken rendang or roti canai, plus plenty of stories and local flavors along the way.
You can choose from classics like chicken rendang, char siew noodle, or roti canai—your menu is customized with Chef Samuel.
Yes, private transportation including pickup is included for the market visit.
No experience needed—Chef Samuel adapts the class for all skill levels.
The tour visits Penang’s second oldest and busiest morning market before heading to the cooking studio.
Yes—breakfast at a local kopitiam is included plus lunch featuring your own cooked dishes.
Yes—infants and small children are welcome; prams or specialized seats are available if needed.
Your day includes private transportation with pickup for your group, breakfast at an old-school kopitiam during the wet market tour, all ingredients for your chosen recipes in Chef Samuel’s studio kitchen, drinks (including nutmeg juice), plus lunch made by your own hands before heading back toward Georgetown together or arranging your own ride home.
The first thing I remember is the smell — something sharp and earthy as we squeezed past stalls in Penang’s old morning market. Our guide, Chef Samuel, kept tossing words over his shoulder (“that’s belacan — fermented shrimp paste!”), while aunties in bright aprons called out prices I didn’t understand. I nearly tripped over a basket of leafy greens. It was loud and humid and honestly, I felt like I’d wandered into someone else’s family routine. But then we stopped for kopi at this tiny kopitiam (I think I was the only foreigner there), and Samuel laughed when he saw me try to order in Bahasa. “Just say kopi o kosong,” he grinned — black coffee, no sugar. The table was sticky from years of breakfasts.
We picked our dishes together — I went for chicken rendang because Samuel promised it would ruin supermarket curry forever. My partner wanted to learn roti canai, mostly to see if the dough really “flies” like YouTube says (spoiler: it does, but not when I tried). The cooking studio itself was small but spotless, tucked behind a row of shophouses. Samuel moved around us easily, showing how to pound coconut for kerisik until my arms burned. He explained why Penang laksa tastes different from KL’s version — something about tamarind and fish broth — and let us taste as we went. There was this nutmeg drink too, cold and sweet after all the spices.
I still think about that moment when our rendang started to catch on the pan and filled the whole room with toasted coconut smell — not burnt, just deep and warm. We ate what we cooked right there at a wobbly table, swapping stories with Samuel about his time working hotel kitchens (he’s cooked for Michelin chefs but doesn’t brag). The ride back toward Georgetown was quiet; maybe just tired or full or both. Anyway, I keep meaning to try that kopi order again at home but it never tastes quite right.

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