Located in one of the legacy “smoking allowed” Kopitiam, I had my worst prawn noodle year to date from this stall.

First of all, the soup just tasted like salt water without any of the umami of prawns. The chilli sauce for the dry yellow noodles was just greasy with none of the usual fragrance of chilli nor the heat.

Pork ribs were tender but lacks flavour. The pig tails were even worse with hint of porcine smell.

Finally the attitude of the auntie helming the stall could be better. Her brusque responses matching her sullen appearance, gives the impression of not welcoming my order.

Given the poor taste of this prawn noodles, I am quite sure I won’t be back any time soon.