Some times it’s not the fanciest places, the oversized plates with half-eaten portions, the name of dishes you can never pronounce.
It’s not the silver cutlery and perfect napkin squares, figuring out which spoon is for soup, which for dessert. It’s not the ambient music, clink of crystal goblets and hushed conversations.
Sometimes it’s sticky tables and plastic cutlery, food slopped messily on plates. The hurried orders, money exchanging hands. Trying to hear yourself over the din of the bustling lunch crowd.
It’s not always the fancy steak air flown marbled graded and cooked to perfection. Sometimes it’s a simple bowl of slippery tau foo fah and freshly fried dough sticks.
But always, it’s you.
Rochor Beancurd House
745 Geylang Rd, Singapore 389653