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of the things i admire most in the mister is his incredible ability to
enjoy life at all levels. he's as content slurping our hawker centre
breakfast as he is cruising the south china sea. and to me that's the
beauty of singapore - there's something to be appreciated at every
budget. we've little interest in the pseudo-atas cafes that are
mushrooming around the island. as with most things, some are better than
others and not to be hating but i don't understand why people complain
about a 10cent increase in cheong fan price but the same people
spend S$20 on two poached eggs and juice at a 'western' cafe. we're big
fans of hawker centres and during our brief visits home, we'll pick beo
crescent hokkien mee over les*amis any day (please don't let that stop you from inviting us to les*amis, we'll be there in a heartbeat!) but the fascination with fancy western (again) food is lost on us.
and
so it was that on my first morning back in singers, i sprung awake at
4am and couldn't get back to sleep. usually better with jetlag but my
mind was in overdrive with our wedding emcee duties. and the mister,
bless him, not only let me wake him up (chatter chatter chatter) but
took me to commonwealth market for a local breakfast fix (above). after
two satisfying plates of cheong fun and a bowl of chok, we moseyed over to the next coffee shop for some prata and char siew
noodles. we got choice seats facing the car park and marveled how only
in singers would you have chinese, indian and malay sitting in a row,
speaking english and reading the new paper. the way the various stalls
were grouped together was familiar and comforting. the prata man
next to the noodle aunty and the malay man running the drink stalll.
we road tripped to muar a few years ago and there was no such integration / assimilation. the chinese patrons and hawkers had one hawker centre, the malays had another and ne'er the twain shall meet. singers boleh and we'd such a lovely morning people watching from our seats as the sun rose and kids started going to school.
we road tripped to muar a few years ago and there was no such integration / assimilation. the chinese patrons and hawkers had one hawker centre, the malays had another and ne'er the twain shall meet. singers boleh and we'd such a lovely morning people watching from our seats as the sun rose and kids started going to school.
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and after the wedding we went boating. it also reminded me of a post from a few years ago. so much and nothing has changed :)
fancy western food may be tasty but I find more joy in tucking into cheap (maybe not so cheap anymore - but still affordable) hawker fare every. single. time. whenever I'm back in singapore, my meals are tightly scheduled around homecooked meals and hawker centres. cafes and restaurants, sorry their attraction is lost on me, especially when I'm back home.
ReplyDeletehi wl, thanks for dropping by :) completely with you re: scheduling meals around homecooked and hawker! apart from family, they're the two things i miss most.
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