I have been contemplating about writing this post for quite sometime now. My hesitation stemmed from various reasons: (1) I am not sure if the food I am eating is indeed, chiu chow food, and (2) for the life of me I can’t seem to recall the name of the food I ate, and (3) the fear that even if I do write the post, it will not be useful to you.
So why did I decide to write it anyway? That’s because I loved the place. I specifically told my better half that I wanted to go to this particular food hawker bazaar as we have walked past it several times in the past and it was always bustling with people.
With that kind of crowd, the food bound to be good, no?
Well, yes and no. If you are the kind of diner who can queasy at the sight of rickety chairs, wet concrete floor and harried waiters, this place is not for you. The food adventurer in me was in full force that night; I was happy to just jab at the menu randomly (I can’t read Chinese) and eat whatever came.
Of course my better half intervened, otherwise the dinner would have been a total disaster.