Many Singaporean friends of mine prefer dining at the hawker centers to cooking a proper dinner at home. I do prefer home cook food but ever since Cynthia frequently worked overseas, there is not much point in cooking my own meal. Hence I eat out. Choices are limited – either dine around my work place or dine around my home.
Near my home, I can either order takeaway from a hawker center (I phoned them to place my order) on my way home or I can drive out a bit and dine at a neighborhood hawker center. The takeaway menu is always the same. I feel sick just to think of the food itself. The neighborhood hawker center gives me 3 choices: super oily chicken rice, super oily Indian food, or moderately expensive Japanese food.
Around my workplace, the choice is really limted. I used to dine at the Singapore Delight located at the ground floor of where we park our car. One day, after I have ordered my Wanton Mee, I have witnessed the lady who cooked the noodle didn’t wash her hands after handling the rubblish bin and the other lady who cut the pork didn’t wash her hands after unpacking can drinks from a dusty box. Oh well, too late, I have to eat my food.
Today, I ate at the Golden Shoe hawker center. Just when I was making my selection of Chinese dishes, I saw a small cockroach crawling on one of the dishes. Again, too late, I have to eat my food.
Sigh.
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Really? You didn’t utter a single word? Not even to yourself? Not to the newspaper lady? Really, not a single word? ????