Weekends are lazy affairs, a respite from the mundane workings of life. So there, a trip to an old hainanese shop for coffee and kaya toast satisfies the soul for comfort food.
Black coffee without a hint of sugar or milk. Kopi o kosong. Coffee mixed in with a dash of hot water.
Soft kaya buns with a thick slab of butter, lightly toasted with their edges slightly burnt. These are served hot and fresh from the grill. The butter melts from the heat of the buns when pressed together. Try taking a bite, the kaya and butter melts into a delicious ooze, splattering haphazardly onto the table. It is impossible to be glamorous when eating such delicious treats.
Its time for some pastries. Luncheon meat in bread, custard bun, egg custard tart and oil luncheon meat puff.
I call for another kopi o kosong, greedy because its my first time on this turf of joo chiat in a long while. Should I call for another kaya toast? A slight tug at my heartstring and my mouth waters. Eating is such an emotional affair. I rub my tummy and my brain registers fullness. I'll be back here again, I remind myself.
We got up to leave, my tummy is full and my heart is happy. The long queue of people waiting in line turn their heads expectantly towards our seats.
Chin Mei Chin Confectionary, I'll be back.
No comments:
Post a Comment