Every Thai Roti I have had has been made by a Muslim man from Burma. And they have always been delicious.
Take a ball of wheat-flour dough, thin it out by a theatrical slap or three on a flat surface, knead gently, add an egg if you wish and fry in margarine. Top with sliced banana, an unhealthy amount of sweetened condensed milk and a sprinkling of sugar.
What’s not to like?