unlike many true blue singaporeans, i’m not a fan of queuing, and that includes queuing for good food.
not even when it is a winner of the michelin’s star, nope, no thanks.
but it was a quiet friday afternoon and D had time off after his re-service.
which means we got to meet derek too, because he goes to the same camp.
and since the bak chor mee stall is in an old neighbourhood in lavender, what i really went for were these:
yes if you haven’t already noticed, i absolutely adore old neighbourhoods, with their unpretentious coffee shops where you know all the stall owners because you grow up on their cooking; rows of old-school hardware shops and boutiques and chinese medicine halls with so little business you wonder how they have survived for so long; pretty little gardens and pavilions, casually thrown into the middle of huge, empty courtyards – a total disregard of space limitation; ah the good old days where singapore is not an overcrowded cosmopolitan city with hardly any breathing space…ah the good old days… 🙂