We walked a little way down past Kandahar street to a tiny coffee shop. Here hot tea is traditionally tossed high into the air by a sweet, elderly Indian Muslim man. The resulting teh tarik was perfection. I even felt that there was a bit of a fragrant rose taste to my tea.
I wouldn’t have minded a second cup, but it’s a bit hard to locate a loo among the shophouses so I gave it a miss. I was too shy to take a photo up close – maybe next time.
The pigeons sure love this place and we admired their crimson feet.
We also saw a number of taxis parked in the area. And here’s a tip – that means the food is usually good and the best value for money. Cabbies in Singapore are also top notch foodies.