Supper Trooper...
My favourite food place since coming back, all hail Al Ameen!
This place has it all! Tomyum soup that is too hot to drink, mutton chop that swims in oil and overflowing with peas (SICK SICK SICK), prata that is a little stale and nasi goreng pataya that is greasier than a slick haired old beng in a singlet. Love it or hate it, i just have to go there once every couple of days. hmmm... must be cos its 2 minutes walk from my place. Oh, also cos i'm too darn lazy to open the tin of milo i have at home to make milo peng. Have to go there and order milo dinosaur.
When i first found out from my sister that this place opened, i was overjoyed and couldn't wait to cmoe back from NY to give them their year end bonuses. Then my sister told me that they weren't doing too well and looked like closing down soon. *fear* gripped my heart and a giant boulder of a stone hit the pit of my stomach. Cue the above again when on the first day i got back, the shutters were closed on what was supposed to be a 24 hour prata place! Horror! And i feared the worst cos no restaurant in that row has ever survived for too long. Cooks and chefs alike who thought they could hack it here have come and gone over the years.
Fast forward to present day...
My enterprise of the year nominee...
As sleepy as it looks now, it does a roaring trade at night. To the extent that they're a victim of their own success. See the people eating prata are so noisy that the residents have complained and the shop has to be closed between the hours of 0030 and 0630. What inconsiderate gits! And i mean the residents! hehe
Can't blame them really, cos there seems to be an inordinate number of girls who insist on eating there even though they are terrified of cats. Not just you Amy :P Once, this girl jumped back off her chair when a cat ( i assume) walked under her chair and brushed her leg with its tail. The shriek was... earth shattering, it certainly drowned out the sound of the chair she sent flying several feet. Her scream was promptly reinforced by the screams of her 3 similarly faint hearted companions.
The last night there was this 50 something guy wearing a NUS shirt thing. Must be some Alumni thing. Anyway, he came and announced to the Indian shareholders (more about this later) that he needed tables for 15 odd people. Like some big event that he was organizing for the benefit of the shop. *roll eyes* Couldn't make up his mind where he wanted to sit, inside, outside, inside, combine this table with that, that table with this, make the mahmahs move tables all over the place. Hemust have owned a furniture shop sometime before.
Anyway, i couldn't wait to get out of there before the group of oldies started reminiscing about how they had prata at this place and that last time. *shudder*, can't imagine myself doing the same 60 years down the road and having some young runt sneer at me.
3am last night, Mr Ang Yanen messaged me to go out for supper cos he didn;t wanna eat alone. Crazy bugger actually drove all the way to my place from MacRitchie area. How to refuse like that? Ended up at the Al Ameen along Bukit Timah Road. As for Indian shareholders of that place, seems like a family business. Saw one of the waiters (for lack of a better word) that looked a striking resemblence to another at the Chu Lin Rd branch. Turns out they are cousins.
Last time i'll dirnk Tom Yum soup absentmindedly man. Bit into one of those green chilli things and the whole left side of my mouth burnt. It only got better after i doused it with 3 teh pengs. *Sugar Overload*.... Diabetes coming right up! Anyway, we talked the usual stuff about the usual suspects. Did u see this person or that recently? Did Jass call you?!! She took my number then never called once when she came back (Yes Jass, YOU!)... haha... You're gonna have to give lots of dinners to sooth friends u didn't call.
Piang, word overrun already. That's all for now.
This place has it all! Tomyum soup that is too hot to drink, mutton chop that swims in oil and overflowing with peas (SICK SICK SICK), prata that is a little stale and nasi goreng pataya that is greasier than a slick haired old beng in a singlet. Love it or hate it, i just have to go there once every couple of days. hmmm... must be cos its 2 minutes walk from my place. Oh, also cos i'm too darn lazy to open the tin of milo i have at home to make milo peng. Have to go there and order milo dinosaur.
When i first found out from my sister that this place opened, i was overjoyed and couldn't wait to cmoe back from NY to give them their year end bonuses. Then my sister told me that they weren't doing too well and looked like closing down soon. *fear* gripped my heart and a giant boulder of a stone hit the pit of my stomach. Cue the above again when on the first day i got back, the shutters were closed on what was supposed to be a 24 hour prata place! Horror! And i feared the worst cos no restaurant in that row has ever survived for too long. Cooks and chefs alike who thought they could hack it here have come and gone over the years.
Fast forward to present day...
My enterprise of the year nominee...
As sleepy as it looks now, it does a roaring trade at night. To the extent that they're a victim of their own success. See the people eating prata are so noisy that the residents have complained and the shop has to be closed between the hours of 0030 and 0630. What inconsiderate gits! And i mean the residents! hehe
Can't blame them really, cos there seems to be an inordinate number of girls who insist on eating there even though they are terrified of cats. Not just you Amy :P Once, this girl jumped back off her chair when a cat ( i assume) walked under her chair and brushed her leg with its tail. The shriek was... earth shattering, it certainly drowned out the sound of the chair she sent flying several feet. Her scream was promptly reinforced by the screams of her 3 similarly faint hearted companions.
The last night there was this 50 something guy wearing a NUS shirt thing. Must be some Alumni thing. Anyway, he came and announced to the Indian shareholders (more about this later) that he needed tables for 15 odd people. Like some big event that he was organizing for the benefit of the shop. *roll eyes* Couldn't make up his mind where he wanted to sit, inside, outside, inside, combine this table with that, that table with this, make the mahmahs move tables all over the place. Hemust have owned a furniture shop sometime before.
Anyway, i couldn't wait to get out of there before the group of oldies started reminiscing about how they had prata at this place and that last time. *shudder*, can't imagine myself doing the same 60 years down the road and having some young runt sneer at me.
3am last night, Mr Ang Yanen messaged me to go out for supper cos he didn;t wanna eat alone. Crazy bugger actually drove all the way to my place from MacRitchie area. How to refuse like that? Ended up at the Al Ameen along Bukit Timah Road. As for Indian shareholders of that place, seems like a family business. Saw one of the waiters (for lack of a better word) that looked a striking resemblence to another at the Chu Lin Rd branch. Turns out they are cousins.
Last time i'll dirnk Tom Yum soup absentmindedly man. Bit into one of those green chilli things and the whole left side of my mouth burnt. It only got better after i doused it with 3 teh pengs. *Sugar Overload*.... Diabetes coming right up! Anyway, we talked the usual stuff about the usual suspects. Did u see this person or that recently? Did Jass call you?!! She took my number then never called once when she came back (Yes Jass, YOU!)... haha... You're gonna have to give lots of dinners to sooth friends u didn't call.
Piang, word overrun already. That's all for now.
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