
I was amazed at how a simple and ordinary dish like this tasted special because of the circumstances we were in - cold, tired after work, but in the company of great people.

Of course a couple of coffee shop uncles stared at us, but it was really rather deserted by the time we did this. Wee Hong also ordered a couple of fried chicken wings which Bernard couldn't eat because of his state of health! We chatted into the night but cut things short as it became late. It was by sheer luck that Bernard and I managed to catch the last train heading west!
Next week - Roti Prata!

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