Porridge For Dinner

With the man's schedule uncertain for the day, I didn't bother to make grand plans to celebrate his birthday. This weekend has been filled with music and that made him really happy. I wasn't even sure if he would make it for any sort of decent dinner. But he managed to come home before the sun set. How nice.

Since neither of us were very hungry and fancied only a light bite, for a lark, we veered away from our usual haunts and headed to that porridge place in Chinatown. We hop there once in a couple of months. I've never bothered to remember the address or even the name of the corner kopitiam. But tonight, because I was snapping a quick photo, I finally learnt that the name of the shop is Tiong Shian Porridge Centre.

Each time we're here, it's like this cultural immersion hour. Tonight, we were absolutely fascinated by the live karaoke singing and dancing across the road. We weren't exactly sure if it was busking, but it was entertainment alright. A crowd gathered to watch.

Obviously the man wouldn't be able to utter a proper sentence intelligible enough to order anything at the counter. So it always has to be me. Bleah. He didn't want frog legs tonight. He wanted the pork liver in claypot fried with dark sauce and dried chilli. He was very tickled with the pieces of pork liver. Eeeeeps. The gravy was nice, but not the pieces of liver!! Me no like liver. I liked my plain porridge with century eggs.

As we walked back to the car, there was this brightly lit durian stall at the side. He slyly asked if I wanted to complete the immersion hour with durians. Oh gross! I very quickly ran away in the opposite direction. Ha. We headed off to have ice-cream for dessert instead.