Whenever I come to a coffeeshop of this type, it will be a memory flashback. Reminisce the days of my childhood, back in the eighties with my Dad having our breakie or teabreaks in a coffeeshop.
Eating half-boiled eggs; toasts spread with butter and sprinkled with sugar; drinking my milo from the saucer. The milo tins. The over-caffaine-stained muslin bags. The charcoal grill. The empty condensed milk tins for takeaways. The barista uncle in cotton top, black shorts and rubber slippers. Complete the whole image.
This type of coffeeshops are fast disappearing behind the concrete walls. The only place where you could still able to find a handful of these antiques will be in Tiong Bahru. This is the reason why I always enjoy coming to this district for lunch.
I like to immense in this oldie environment. Enjoying my kopi-xi and kaya toast.
That makes thee a happier person. 🙂