Just the other day I wrote about how in recent times I've been having supper with The Parent at the coffee shop behind our house.
It isn't just the fried rice that we have, by the way.
We have had plates of nasi goreng pattaya and kuay teow goreng from the nearby prata stall too.
We don't spend our entire time eating.
We do various things too.
Like hanging out at the supermarkets looking at what's new on the shelves or what's on sale.
Like going to the Park further behind our house just to look at the water and the lights across the water- after having plates of delish fried Hokkien mee, chye tow kuay,and fried kuay teow.
And like going to the bus interchange canteen for a very early breakfast, and cups of kopi.
This has become one of the things we frequently do.
I love their kopi.
It's strong, it's thick, it's fragrant, and hands-down beats most of the watery stuff that we pay at coffee shops for.
We come here so often that we're recognized as regulars there.
It's not a very new canteen- this bus interchange has been around for more than twenty years- but she holds special memories, and meaning to us.
I won't elaborate much- but let's just say that I'm known for my love of fried kuay teow mifen mian style, and at one point in time, we used to share a plate of this for breakfast at this very same canteen.
Of course we didn't come here that early at that time.
We don't share a plate of kuay teow now.
It isn't because we don't want to, but because the stall guy doesn't usually start his wok till at least 5am (to make it fresh for the bus drivers) and we're usually gone by then.
So instead of kuay teow, we sometimes have a pau each, or a hum chim pang, or sticks of freshly fried you tiao which we then stick into the mugs of thick, fragrant, sense-stimulating kopi.
