10 October 2013:
Possibly the worst foodstall at the hawker centre opposite school.
I rarely say that things are not nice. I eat almost everything. Because I am so neutral on food, if I say something sucks, you better believe me. Then again, it's still my opinion on it.
Today I went to eat at a stall that I never patronised since starting school. It was at the corner of the first row, first block. I don't remember its name but its main dishes were wanton mee and shredded chicken horfun.
K ordered the former while I ordered the latter. Hers was $2.50 while mine was $3. The stallholder had added chilli for mine. Although I didn't specify that I didn't want it, I think it is a standard practice to err on the side of caution and ask.
But that's a small matter. What was horrible was that it was way too spicy. Granted, spiciness threshold depends on the invididual. However, the noodles were so flooded with chilli sauce that I could barely taste anything else!
Y'know when you eat meepok with chilli, besides chilli sauce (or paste) they will add the stock / base gravy? It's either (1) this stall didn't add such a thing or worse, (2) it was added but the chilli simply overpowered it.
K tried a little of my horfun and she agreed, even though she was able to tahan spiciness more than me. So it's not about the threshold anymore. According to her, her wanton mee sucked too. I didn't try it, so I can't comment about it.
Nevertheless, the horrible horfun experience was good enough for me. Hours later (i.e. now), I have visited the toilet twice to defecate. And guess what, I had a ring of fire, if you know what I mean.
Technically it's my 'fault' since my arsehole is just too delicate and gets burnt by the capsaicins ... Yet it can be traced to the fact that they could've asked before adding a shitload (pun intended) worth of chilli.
Sidenote: maybe to others not finishing soup is common, but for me, I strive to finish any soup that I am served, down to the last drop. Literally, because I feel that it's a waste of hours of boiling (ideally). However, as in this case, the fear of suffering a MSG overdose (twice is good enough) was too compelling for me to adhere to my principle.
Conclusion? I'm never buying from that stall again. Its stallholders are zealous, always beckoning people to order. I think I know why that's necessary now. Those stalls with good quality food and service ... queues form without their hollering.
TTFN.