We decided to try something new today! Got bored of the usual dishes at Happy Lemon Restaurant or Happy Kitchen (they must really want their diners to be happy), so we decided to have some China-made KFC, also known as 派乐汉堡 (Pala Burgers), found along 旅大街.
With the usual dining group, Eudora and Michelle.
Guys before and after food. Note the considerably happy faces when with food.
They serve their set meals with warm milk tea, weird.
Wasn't that bad at all, actually! The buns were really fragrant and it tasted a lot like KFC's Zinger burger. Nom nom nom.
Since my Bossman Hanhui is vegetarian, he frequently frequents the nearby vegetarian restaurant who also happen to do deliveries, right straight to the comforts of our dorms. Because of this, sometimes we all get our meals delivered from the vegetarian restaurant and end up eating vegetarian. The boss of the restaurant also happens to be the deliveryman, so he knowns Hanhui on a first name basis and are really friendly to us since we're repeat customers.
Today, the boss apparently closed down his restaurant for one evening to treat us to hotpot, to show his gratitude for our frequent orders.
Sadly enough, the soup arrived and looked really spicy, and there weren't enough space to accomodate all of us. So Edward, Yuchuan and Nicholas had to leave to search for dinner in another place, and Eliza and I followed them since we have absoulutely zero tolerance for spicy food.
We ended up eating 米线 (Mi xian), which was what we ate during Mid-Autumn Festival.
After the huge pot of noodles was finished, the boys (minus Nicholas cos he was sick) decided it was time they tackled some of the street food, which had been blacklisted by most seniors and Mr Chia.
They went full speed ahead though, without any fear of food poisioning. Mad respect to them!
First up, some waffle that were circular spheres where the squares of usual waffles are; 蛋仔 from Hongkong, it's apparently a trend from Hongkong, I think.
Decided to try some China satay after the waffles were done. Walked to the gate of 旅大街, where we found some mutton satay from 新疆.
There was only one boy who looked our age manning the push cart. He actually looked Caucasian, but didn't speak Mandarin nor English. The whole time he only spoke some sort of dialect (from Xinjiang/Wuhan?!) and there was some crazy hand signalling from Edward until he understood what he wanted: a photograph.
He was super amused when Edward wanted to take over barbecueing the satay, and after some more crazy signalling, promptly replied (or at least that's what we intepreted) that he has no future in making satay. Too bad, Edward, I think you actually have the face for it!
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Personal Reflection
Ah, I'm really starting to miss the times where we can eat some food where we didn't have to inspect every inch of it and wonder where it's been or what's been done to it.
I think my motto in Wuhan, "Ignorance is bliss" is basically about food. I gave up checking on the insides of the kettles because sometimes it's really better if you don't know, unless the water was suddenly brown (like on the cruise). I think that's actually one of the biggest things I miss about Singapore. The clean food, where you can trust that they haven't been cooking dog meat in the same wok.
Ahh, Singapore.
