Back during my grandfather's Tiong Bahru days, I remembered dinner as a yucky moment. Well, I was young then and rice to me is definitely yucky, especially at such a young age. As a kid, what constitutes a meal would be junk food like, potato chips, crackers, ice cream, kuehs. Sorry, my family back then knew nothing about fast food restaurants like McDonalds and I only got to go to KFC just before starting school in Primary 1. So, the nearest form of fast food to me was this stall, located at the old Clifford Pier area that sells fried chicken.
The fried chicken part was the lame one. I would make a fuss about wanting to eat fried chicken and when the chicken finally arrived at our table. I'll take one look and go, "Humph!", not eating it. And the best part? There would be so much chicken drumsticks (my favorite!!) and I'd still throw a tantrum by not eating it. But seriously, I wonder what tantrum was I throwing back then to not eat chicken, my favorite dish??
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