Penang Char Kuay Teows

It might be too premature a time to write about this. 

There are, after all, only two pictures of the same dish that I've had at Nanyang Dao. 

But, thinking about it, honestly, it doesn't really matter. 

Not when these two plates are one of my all-time favorites, and I won't hesitate to have them when I am at a place that I know will serve them great at good a price. 

There'll be some amongst us who will say that $12 a plate be too much for what is essentially a plate of fried kuay teow, but cultural is not cheap when it comes to this country- especially if your place is located in an airconditioned mall- so, besides the coffee shops and the hawkers t hat strive to keep their prices competitive, there'll be normal expectation that a standard plate be at least $10, or more. 

It is a great thing to be able to come here for lunch at outlet Parkway Parade when they have a fantastic lunchtime deal that I love. 

Because how do you hold back on a deal that gives you not just a plate of noodles, but also a drink and/or dessert, all for the gorgeous lunchtime price of $9.90? 

I can't. 

So there are times when my friend and I share the water chestnut drink, and there are times when we share a bowl of very cold Chendol. 

I don't have a picture of the Chendol in recent times, but it looks like this, lots of red bean, lots of gula melaka, lots of the green green worms that make up Chendol. 

To be frank, Penang Char Kuay Teow isn't the only dish that catches my eye when I'm here at Nanyang Dao- there're others too- but this is the one that I find myself getting attracted to, time after time. 

Maybe it's because I have a natural love for kuay teow, whether soup or fried or stir-fried. Better yet if it's fried in the char kuay teow style or the dry hor fun style, and why not, I say, if it be done in the Penang style. 

I've no idea what the difference between a regular CKT or a Penang CKT is, actually but I think the Penang version uses a lighter version of soy sauce but spends more time in the wok, so the color of the noodles is lighter, less oily, but full of the intense smoky flavor that defines this particular dish. 

What I like is how rounded the taste is. 

I could take one noodle- just one noodle- and it would have the same rounded, smoky, full flavor no different had I taken an entire spoon. 

That's how skillful the entire plate of noodles had been fried.

No strand left unturned. 

Of course, it would not be Penang CKT without the all-important ingredients of lap cheong Chinese sausage, egg, chives, bean sprouts and one big prawn. 

I can't remember whether or not they have the hum cockles. 

I don't think they have.

Or even if they do, it be just at most one, or two. 

January's Toa Payoh Hawker Food

I had thought I would write about these hawker food of Toa Payoh in my last post. 

As it turned out, Marine Parade Hawker Center had much more to offer and talk about and so here's the Toa Payoh post instead. 

There're two hawker centers that we have begun to frequent when at Toa Payoh. One's the hawker at Lorong 7 Kim Keat Palm. The other's the hawker at Lorong 5 Blk 75. 

Truth be told, offhand I don't know what the block number of the Lorong 5 one is. I only know it as the evening hawker center, whilst Lorong 7 I know of it as the morning/afternoon one. 

I have gradually come to relish the food here at Lorong 5. 

First time we came here we didn't know what was good, what was suitable to eat. Now, we know. 

There're a couple of stalls here that are very popular. By that, it also means that one has to wait, and wait. 

I'm always greeted by what I call the soybean curd chin chow stall. It's the first two stalls one sees when coming through the blocks of the Lorong 6 side. Along this row the popular stalls include the noodle soup stall selling ban mian and fish soup. I haven't had chance to try the ban mian though- the queue is always very long- and I'm not one with plenty of patience to wait, especially when by that time I'm usually hungry. 

What I have tried along this row, however, is the herbal soup with rice. 

Except that I don't have a picture. 

It isn't because the food isn't good. 

It is that I was too hungry, I wanted to quickly finish dinner, and well, I didn't think the chicken- in the cool dim hues of the hawker center- would look particularly appetizing with shreds looking like they had been hacked off here and there. 

The pictures of the food at this Lorong 5 hawker come from the stalls behind. 

This year thus far we've gone for their chicken, and their chicken wings. 

We discovered this stall quite by accident. 

I had actually hoped to have nasi lemak but my friend thought it better to try something new. 

We weren't sure what to have, but then there was this uber long line at the stall- a literal L shape- so off he went to queue, and after almost twenty or thirty minutes, came back bearing two plates of chicken prepared two very different ways. 

There was a plate of rice.

There was also a plate of steamed chicken.

Plus a plate of the fried. 

The fried chicken wings were remarkably popular, it seems. 

After biting into my first piece, I realized why. 

Different places may choose to prepare their chicken wings with different flavors and different techniques, but this stall here marinate theirs in a way that makes one reminisce of those school tuckshop chicken wings that we used to buy for 30c in the 80s era of primary schools. 

I don't know if it is the seasoning or the way it's fried, but it's done in such a way that the crunch of the skin is perfect- not too hard nor too soggy with the oil spilling out. The skin has the most delicious, perfect crunch, if one might say, and the meat beneath is tender enough that it falls right off the bone. 

When I first began eating this chicken, I used a fork and knife. 

Halfway through my first piece of chicken drumstick, I gave up and used my hands instead.

More fun that way.

We've had this chicken at least twice now, and by the looks of it, I think we might be having it even more. 

The food of Toa Payoh hawker we've had in January isn't only those that come from here at Lorong 5.

There' was also the food at the Lorong 7 hawker which one afternoon we got to go. 

To be honest I was glad for the opportunity. 

This hawker center seems to be one of those daytime types where there're more stalls open in the day than at night. How or why it is, I don't know, but residents who come down for dinner in the evenings might find more delicious options at the two coffee shops close by rather than at the hawker center itself. 

I don't know which the popular stalls here are at Kim Keat Palm, but if there be one, it would be the dessert stall called Dove (or something). It had come recommended by a friend, and I had been eager to try the Chendol and Ice Kachang. 

Past few times when I had come in the late evening the stall had been closed.

Thankfully it was open this time.

So I got ourselves a bowl of Chendol, which, I was later delighted to find, had as much gula melaka as I hoped it be possible. 

But one can't have only dessert for lunch, can they, so we had wanton noodles dry for mains, with char siew and siew yok all atop.

January's Marine Parade Hawker Food

We ate a lot at the hawker during the month of January. 

It wasn't planned. 

But life is such that when you get brought to a place where there is opportunity for hawker food and good coffee shop food, you take. It might be that we gravitated naturally to it, it might also be that the hearts of born and bred us had missed hawker food without us realizing it. 

But that's how we were.

Two, no, three, hawker centers we actually went throughout the month of January, but the first was the Marine Parade Hawker Center where breakfast became the first order of the season. 

Tired me didn't get to take pictures of the bread nor the eggs- we were hungry- but there was the coffee, or the kopi-o kosong which, incredibly bitter as it was, made for a great stimulation to the busy day ahead.

Over the next couple of days  we ate at the hawker random times here and there- I didn't take any pictures- then came one afternoon where I decided I wanted to go for the economic bee hoon, or mifenmian, as it's often known. 

Perhaps if you wonder why this economic bee hoon entices me, well, you must know that this is not any unknown name stall. This stall in fact, has been around for at least twenty years, has a couple of outlets here, there, everywhere, and I used to have their fried kuay teow dabaoed from the Ghim Moh Hawker Center when I worked at a housing block in Ghim Moh. 

This one here at Marine Parade, I had seen the stall a while back, and the sight of the noodle heaps, together with all the deep fried finger food had made me keen, so today I got myself a plate of fried kuay teow, a single fried egg, and some cabbage. 

Why no chicken wing or hot dog or fish fillet or fish cake?

I didn't feel like having the fried. 

The noodles were pretty good though. 

Even if a little clean. 

Maybe now the trend at hawkers is to eat clean or something- I don't know- but this was exceptionally light, not as oily as I remembered it to be, and so vague on the soy sauce that I actually considered adding some chili. 

But I enjoyed them, and pretty sure I'll be having the same order of noodles, whacking more of the other ingredients next time. 

Couple of days after the noodles, my friend and I shared a plate of braised duck with rice. A popular stall this turned out to be, as we soon found, when my friend had to join a long queue at the stall, and came back telling me that people ordered packets and plates three or four. 

We soon discovered just what the buzz was, and trust me, I'm not being biased here. 

Especially since I am the type who doesn't do braised duck rice often- I'm more of the roasted kind- but I found myself enjoying this one. 

Not only was the gravy thick, it had a strong pleasant herbal taste, making it very appetizing, and which also went well with the rice. The meat of the duck too was sliced skillfully, making it easy to eat, and what's more, there was hardly any bone, with the meat was so tender that it didn't feel dry even when eating each slice alone.

Best part, I liked the skin. 

It didn't give me the odd odd gamey taste. 

Instead it was smooth, silky, full of flavor, and I liked eating each slice of braised duck skin with a spoonful of rice. 

Breakfast @ McDonalds!

Two years it has been since I last ate breakfast here at a McDonalds outlet, and can I tell you just how strange it was that I didn't realize how much I actually missed having a morning meal at this fast food place until the moment I sat at a table looking at my plate of hotcakes in front of me?

It's so strange; McDonalds can have a lot of different foods and a lot of different options, including new ones that I would also like to try- like the bagels, or something- but somehow the heart keeps going back to the cozy and the familiar. 

I've always had a soft spot for hotcakes. 

Well, actually, Big Breakfasts also, not so much for any reason, other than I had this thing for scrambled eggs and English muffins when I was young, and up till now, I fancy a thickly buttered English muffin with little drizzles of jam between the crevices. 

Between one and the other though, I missed the hotcakes more. 

Which is a little surprising, really. 

I had not thought I missed these simple little round flat cakes of flour so much but apparently, I do. 

Perhaps I think of these hotcakes of McDonalds as happy food. 

And perhaps I actually like eating them with my hands instead of fork and knife, although now as grown-up adults we are technically required to have them the proper way.

There's something genuinely fun about eating this little round cake of flour that I cannot define, but I like it, and I hope to keep it that way.

Today we had brought our own butter down. 

Next time we'll bring more. 

This little cup of French butter ended up not being enough for two waffles and three hotcakes. 

Good thing then McDonalds provided the syrup, which, cornstarch, sugar, everything and all, I usually try not to take, but I hadn't had this for two years, so it obviously didn't matter. 

Anyway only when we came to the third hotcake did I start dipping (drowning) it in. 

All at once it brought back familiar flavors of childhood- of McDonalds at Bras Basah, of McDonalds at East Coast Park, of McDonalds, even, at elsewhere. 

But not just that, there was that sense of quiet joy knowing that these three little flat cakes was what I really wanted- not what others wanted- this was what I really liked- not what others liked- and most important of all, I didn't have to share. 

I could choose to have it all to myself. 

But, of course, I didn't. 

We split our meals. 

I took a bit of my friend's scrambled eggs and half of sausage. 

He took one and a half of my hotcakes. 

Tha Chang's Boat Noodles

So I discovered these boat noodles a couple of months ago when I was at Bugis Junction and looking for something to eat. 

I think the plan had been to have sushi, but then the queue was long and I was lazy and since there was this (then) new Thai restaurant, thought we'd give it a try. 

What I didn't know at that time was that Tha Chang wasn't just a restaurant. 

It was in fact a drinking place, a pub, a club, however you want to describe it, and it had both food and beer and drinks and alcohol. 

If there's one thing I have come to understand about pub grub, it is that the food is usually good. Kitchens at these places don't normally screw up their foods, and so, whilst you might not get them dishes at wallet-friendly prices, you can be sure it will be as fulfilling, and authentic as one's dinner can get. 

Boat Noodles here was not going to be a dollar a bowl- that much I was certain. 

But I didn't think it very expensive either. 

I mean, look at the bowl! 

Never mind the fact that I was hungry and needed soup at that time, this is not the small kind of a bowl that merely gives you a taste of what boat noodles is, and nothing more.

Now, whilst that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the small ones (an outlet at the National Library serves up some really good and satisfying cute little bowls) it is the full-sized solid ones like those served here that brings me straight back to Thailand, to the place where for the first time I had one of the best Boat Noodles which taste I have never forgotten. 

The magic lies in the soup. 

It is the soup of this bowl here at Tha Chang that brings me to this place at Ploenchit near Mediva Clinic right next to Ploenchit BTS station. Theirs is somewhat thicker compared to here but the taste is memorable, nearly the same, and leaves me with a very pleasant smile. 

It is because of this taste, I tell you, that I refuse to have boat noodles at anywhere else on this island (thus far) except for here. 

I'm stubborn like that. 

What's funny is that I don't really know what goes inside the broth. 

Google tells me that the soup is made with stock of either pork or beef, has herbs- galangal, cinnamon, lemongrass, dark soy sauce, fermented soybean paste, and thickened (usually) with a bit of animal blood. 

That will probably be what's in the bowl over in Thailand. 

Here, gahmen regulations and all, I'm presuming the blood is what's absent at Tha Chang, but on the whole, it has, generally, everything else.  

I'm not sure if they have bean sprouts in the bowl- I can't really remember now, goodness me- but coriander (parsley?) and a bunch of other vegetables- spinach, maybe, yes, they have. 

Of course, it will not be boat noodles for me if there is no protein. 

My bowl today had plenty of pork slices, pork meatballs, and pork liver mixed amidst my choice of egg noodles, all of which were done in a way that made me think of ramen, but which wasn't really ramen at all. 

What I loved was how tender the pork slices were. 

At first sight one might have thought they would be on the tougher, drier, chewy side, but to my surprise, no, they were incredibly tender, full of flavor from the soup, and pleasantly nice to chew. 

I'll have rice vermicelli when I come here next time though. 

Egg noodles might go well with certain flavors of soup of different thickness, but the broth of Thai boat noodles goes best with rice. The taste of egg noodles seems to get lost in the savory soup of the cinnamon and galangal and everything else. 

It was a nice, fulfilling, satisfactory bowl I had this particular afternoon, one which- after Havelock- I actually needed, and I'm pretty sure I'll be back here at Tha Chang in future. 

After all, Ploenchit's never far from my mind, and I'm just so glad that on days where I can't be there, I can be here. 

WingStop's Buffalo Wings

One of the best blessings in life is to be able to have Fried Chicken as a celebration on the last day of the 2025 year. 

So some of us might find it commonplace, like what's the big deal when there're plenty of fast food joints that specialize in fried chicken, and you can get a deep fried spring chicken in nearly every hawker center and coffee shop and every Old Chang Kee all around the island. 

But fried chicken is one of those foods that you don't think you want to have until you really crave for it, or until you actually sit down at the table with the chicken steaming right in front of you and you realize you wanted it all along.

I hadn't thought I missed eating Fried Chicken. 

I mean, it wasn't a craving stuck consistently in the head. 

Even if I might have made a comment here and there.

But, yes, a blessing, overall. 

We had made a deliberate trip down here to Funan for the sake of these buffalo wings. Why it is that we came specifically down to this outlet, I don't know, especially since there are outlets at Bedok Mall, City Square Mall, even Singpost, the Cathay and Clementi Mall, but hey, last day of the year and all. 

Now, for us who don't know Wingstop, well, it is- in short, an American fast food chain that specializes in one thing, and one thing only- Buffalo Wings. How they manage to stretch what is- really- a wing of a chicken- is amazing, but they manage to do it, and now, after having their food off their menu, I finally understand why. 

The highlight of their menu has to be their flavors. 

That doesn't mean that they don't have food to offer. 

They do- in the manner of Classic Wings, Boneless Wings, Tenders, and Sides. There is not much to be said about the wings and the tenders. As in, I don't quite know how to describe it, but they do have sides that are worth a look and a try. 

Perhaps one day I might try their in-house Coleslaw or their Louisiana Voodoo Fries with cheese sauce, ranch and cajun seasoning or even their Mushroom Fritters (which today I had wanted to try but somehow didn't get to).

But this afternoon we were very much impressed by their Seasoned Fries. 

 

At first glance they seemed ordinary, no different from any other fries you got at other fast food joints. The difference however was that here they were served hot, crisp and so balanced with their seasoning that not a single fry was left tasteless or overly salty. 

But it were the wings that made this meal memorable. 

We'd taken the boneless. 

With flavors of Hot Honey Rub and Garlic Parmesan. 

I was a little surprised.

I had expected my friend to order our wings in the flavors of Texas Buffalo, Louisiana Rub or Hickory Smoked BBQ. These are, after all, flavors that he fancies, where the Texas Buffalo has cayenne pepper and vinegar, the Louisiana Rub has Cajun, and the BBQ is, well, BBQ. 

I too had thought he would have the Lemon Pepper, which, zesty and peppery at the same time, is interesting a combination seldom seen in chicken seasonings. 

But I wasn't complaining. 

I mean, he could have chosen the spicier flavors of Inferno or Kicap Manis (Indonesian sweet soy sauce with chili flakes). He could also have gone Teriyaki

The Hot Honey Rub was pleasantly more sweet than spicy (it reminded me of Korea's gochujang) and the Garlic Parmesan was garlicky buttery- a favorite combination of mine.

So thankful am I for this meal that gave me uber strong Korean restaurant fried chicken vibes. 

Let's just say it was a very pleasant, and fun, surprise. 

Perhaps the next time I come to WingStop I'll make it a combo with 6 pieces, 1 side, and 1 drink. 

Just for me. 

After all, as fried chicken tastes great with beer, it goes just as great with Coke (or Sprite) too. 

Last Selfies of 2025

You know, there are still a good number of posts that I have to write for the year of 2025- I am not yet done with them- but I recently just transferred the last of the 2025 selfies over from the phone to here, so, hey, might as well. 

It is with a bit of a strange feeling that I look at the following pictures. 

Not so much of being what they are, but of the stories that make them. 

I usually tend to go light with my makeup. 

Doesn't matter if I have a meeting, I don't go bare faced once I head towards downtown. 

So that's how it was for the first few selfies, that's how it was for the selfies with me in the big Platinum-Pratunam T-shirt, and that's how it was for me in the last red sweatshirt piece that I had bought from Bugis Street almost 7 years ago and had finally dug it up now. 

The first two selfies I had taken from this dining place somewhere at Capitol Theater. I can't remember what it was we had gone there for. Maybe we had been hanging around the area to file something at the High Court. Maybe we had been around the area because my friend had something to do or someone to meet and I was there killing time. 

In any case, it was a Mainland-style place that we found ourselves at for our dinner, and whilst I won't be posting the pictures of the food here, I know we had a dish of smooth, silky dumplings, a deep fried battered pork fillet, and a bowl of soup that was simple in name (mushroom) but incredibly clear in texture, rich in flavor, and refreshing on the palate. 

There is me here in the large T-shirt that I bought from Platinum Mall in Pratunam and which I wear whenever I need to be comfortable. 

Like today where I was on the bus heading down to Aperia Mall, and which, if I'm not wrong, was Bus 31, although, really, I should have taken Bus 12 on the East Coast side rather than this one here the Marine Parade side. 

Nevertheless, the light was good, and so, from the back row of the bus, these shots I got. 

What's funny, though, is that I can't remember where the last picture was taken. 

I know I took it on 31st December, I know I was clad in the red sweatshirt that I had found in the cupboard (whilst doing the move) and track pants, but I don't remember where I'd gone or where I'd snapped this shot. 

What's more, the floor, and the furniture behind don't seem to leave much of a clue! 

Oh well, doesn't matter. 

However it was- despite the months of what it had been leading up to the 31st- I still looked enough. 

And that was good for me. 

Of course, the most memorable selfies here have to be of me clad in the blue-grey linen top that I'd purposely worn for the early-morning BNI meeting at Chui Huay Lim Club on River Valley Road. 

So rare is it for me to be able to pay a visit to a place of heritage and culture like this that I just had to grab a selfie.

But adrenaline was running high that morning, my hair for some reason didn't look too smooth, and the lighting where I sat needed a bit of creative angling on my part before I could look presentably well.