I remember fondly the hawker centre near where I grew up. We lived in a Housing Board flat in Jurong East, and there was a hawker joint just 100m from our void deck.
I would go to this brightly lit place with my parents some evenings. There was the chicken rice place with the awesome sauce, the Western stall with honeyed barbecued chicken wings, and a zi char uncle in the corner with the big pink menus filled with pictures of dishes he cooked in a giant wok.
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