Griddles

Whatever got me sauntering into this little snack bar that day was a mystery. Maybe it was the heat of the sun that burnt my brains cells. Or maybe the annoying lunchtime crowd everywhere was testing my patience. I have very discerning taste buds, and usually won’t sacrifice any meal for anything shoddy, as waiting to make up for mediocre food at the next meal can be very torturous sometimes.

The Crepe is not crispy (think crispy mee chiang kueh). The Crepe is not soft (think the Japanese kind). The Crepe got the nerve to call itself a crepe. Perhaps it was my choice of filling (We use Fresh Strawberries for our crepes.) (You mean there are canned ones?), but what can go wrong with this version of strawberries and whipped cream? Very. One bite into the Crepe ($4?) I knew there was something wrong. I was secretly hoping the strawberries could make up for the lackluster thing they call crepe, but I was sadly mistaken. Those poor anemic strawberries were Hard, looking near death after many days waning in the storage. The whole mishmash was doodled with a sickly saccharine red paste. I merely took 2 bites to determine its fate. Left to Die.

I surreptitiously glanced at the lunches of the 2 ladies on the next (and only) table. They were having the savory crepe this place claim to be the Bestseller. Now, everywhere claims something to be Their Bestseller. But a Bestseller can only be so if Many Customers have tried it and Returned for it. (Wherever did those Customers go then?) The poor ladies were obviously too busy engaging in their lunchtime gossip they didn’t even notice what junk they were feeding their mouths with. That Roasted Duck crepe looked so out of place on their lunch plates. The messy chunks of meat and limpy lettuce were so chaotically stuffed in the triangle folds, it makes an utter mockery of that very famous Chinese Peking Duck dish. The whole assembly was just so incongruous altogether. This Duck simply had no business to be on their lunch table in the first place.

I rather go hungry.

The next time I hanker for a sweet lunch I more willingly look silly and queue with the SMU kids for those Sweet Rings. The Queues are getting way much shorter anyway.