The little boy…

I had this plate of Foochow fried noodles, wet or with sauce/gravy…

…for brunch yesterday morning. At best, I would say it was all right, pretty decent but no, I would not rank it among my favourites in town.

Well, let me start at the beginning! Actually, I wanted to drop by another coffee shop in the two blocks of shophouses in the vicinity (I liked the kampua mee…

…and the ching th’ng mee (clear soup noodles)…

…there) because I heard that the char kway teow (fried flat rice noodles) was very good but there was no vacant parking space close by and looking in, I saw that all the tables were occupied.

I decided to leave and try again another day and was driving around the buildings when I spotted a stall at the back of this coffee shop at the other end of the block where there was a young man…

…frying noodles. In the past, there was just one kampua mee stall here in the morning, my brother’s favorite, and a very popular chu-char (cook &fry) place at the back in the evening (they will tell you to go some place else as they are unable to cope with the crowd and the orders) – I have no idea when this one started.

I quickly parked my car (ample parking spaces at the back, all free) and walked over to have a look. There was this old man there and I could recognise him as a family acquaintance, a friend of my paternal uncle in particular, who stays somewhere near my parents’ house. I called him by his name and yes, he could remember me as so and so’s son and he knew that both my parents had passed on. I said that I used to see him pushing his grandson around the neighbourhood whenever I was at my parents’ house and much to my surprise, he told me this aforementioned tall and handsome young man was the little boy!!! Wow!!! How he’s grown! Time sure flies by so very fast!

I saw his fried mee, dry – some people had ordered that and he had just finished frying the two plates, both ready to be served and they looked good but I felt like having the wet version so I told him that and this…

…was what I got eventually. I was rather disappointed that the sauce/gravy wasn’t dark-coloured, the way that I would prefer – they do it like this at some places around here but I was impressed by the amount of ingredients added. Most of the time, you would get bits of meat and green vegetables, barely visible to the naked eye and when I wanted to pay, I was pleasantly surprised when told that it was only RM5.00 a plate. If I am not wrong, fried noodles have gone up to RM6.00-6.50 a plate at most places around here now.

Back to the colour of the gravy, it did not matter much because once the noodles were tossed in it, it would turn dark…

…right away and yes, they did have that coveted wok hei fragrance all right. I found the noodles a bit too firm for my liking though – I guess that was because I always ordered the moon version where the noodles would be thrown back into the gravy/sauce to simmer for a while prior to serving so they would be a little bit softer.

Of course I was pleased to note that unlike so many of such places around here, he was not using those horrendous gaudily-coloured plastic plates that should not be used for serving hot foods.

I certainly wouldn’t mind dropping by again to try something else from the little boy – the stall is open every morning till 2.00 p.m. or perhaps, I would order something from the roti canai stall…

…or this one…

Gee!!! Both of them were not here before too and suddenly, they have popped out of nowhere which of course, is a good thing – now, I have a wider selection to pick and choose should I happen to drop by here for a bite to eat.

DELTA SEAFOOD & CAFE (2.307832, 111.825125)…

…is located along Lorong Delta 10, in the blocks of shops somewhere right behind the public swimming pool there.