Confessions of a Repressed Unworthy Foodie

What the hell?

I started this blog to capture memories and experiences. Fearfully protective of my real privacy and ironically paranoid about virtual security, I started the blog for keepsake, a remembrance of good, sad and sentimental times.

After 6 months, the sheer outnumbering 80% of posts that reminisce about food, shows, I can't beat them, can't refute them, join them then.

Why the sudden confession? Maybe cos I found myself excited to blog about a food huant when hubby and I went to get our stereo system on Junior fixed. Such simple pleasures in life that don't really warrant the label of a memory that I bordered on the above epiphany.

Tucked away in the bustling Alexander village, we chanced upon this corner stall in a quiet coffee shop that proudly displayed several signs of hand-made traditional Teochew Kuey. We probably wouldn't have paid much attention if the stall hadn't displayed an even clearly sign of "F-A-M-O-U-S" at eleven o'clock on a Saturday morning - a snaking and consistently growing queue.

As confessed, unworthy foodie, I am most certainly not one prepared to queue for my food - ever. But since we had an hour to kill while waiting for Junior to be done and there wasn't really much to do around the area, I decided to join the queue. Out came the mobile phone, true Singaporean fashion to call mum, and mum-in-law to determine how many boxes to buy.

The Soon Kuey was indeed good, soft thin skin, freshly grated radish and fragrant chives and thick and strong sauces and chilli.

The Ang Ku Gui is indeed a misnomer, considering the come in more colour then red and more flavours then green bean. We tried the basics, plus, the coconut, yam and durian. Apart from the skin being a little too thick, there wasn't really much complains.

Isn't it fascinating how we derive contentment in the knowledge that the queues were worth it?

Poh Cheu - Handmade Soon Kueh

Block 127 #01-230 Bukit Merah Lane 1

8am - 6pm, closed on Sundays and public holidays