There used to be char kway teow stall somewhere near this corner, if I remember rightly. If you did not want to eat the wanton mee at National Library (I am talking about the old days of course), the char kway teow would be a "luxurious" alternative. Remember the reticent guy who fried the noodles (each lifting of the ladle accompanied by a rhythmic bounce of his body) at his huge wok? Patrons always joked about how much of his sweat actually went into seasoning the kway teow. These patrons remain faithful nevertheless.
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