Friday night was spent with good friends. Chris, who had just endured months of bitter winter in Seoul, was yearning for local hawker food. There's no better place to enjoy local food than eating out and enjoying the balmy breeze at the popular food centre along East Coast Beach.
Chris and wife EY arrived wearing light summer clothes. Even though Chris had lived in Canada for several years and traveled across the world, he's still a local boy at heart. I thought by now he would be used to the cold, but he shook his head vehemently, "Nooo, I can't stand it. I hate the cold."
He missed our tropical weather, where he could walk out of the house in his linen shirt and a pair of shorts anytime, and hanging out with friends guzzling beer in the middle of the night. Mostly, he missed our local food.
Naturally, everything he chose last night was spicy, from the sambal kangkong vegetables, grilled stingray slathered with sambal chilli to the chicken and pork satay. CH ordered a big plate of spicy rojak. We washed everything down with ice cold sugar cane juice.
After the tongue-numbing dinner, Chris was craving for ice cream. I suggested this tiny hangout in the quiet East Coast neighbourhood called Ice Cream Chef. A popular haunt with the students in the schools nearby, this ice cream parlour boasts of ice cream made daily at the premises and personalising your flavours by smashing ice cream with your choice of mix-ins on the Chef's Rock.
This cosy outlet was certainly buzzling last night with families and teenagers constantly streaming through the door. Chris and EY had rum and raisin and apple sorbet while CH and I shared the tropical durian and coconut flavours.
We sat under the huge frangipani tree with white flowers scattered around us, savouring our ice cream. Chris looked contented at last...
Too bad, they're going back to Korea in a week's time. It'll be spring. Maybe he'll like it better..
EY, Chris and CH.