THE NIGHT SHIFT IN SINGAPORE

It is lunchtime in Singapore. Assuming that you are working the night shift. Alas, most food courts are closed, there is no where to get samosas or roti chanai with mutton curry.
Try the Newton Centre. Kopi tarek, laksa, and a soccer match on the telly.
It's around eighty plus degrees (27°C - 30°C), and quite humid.
It will be more or less the same when you go home.

Here in San Francisco it's only 63 degrees (18°C). Far less humid. And absolutely no food courts at all. So the prospect of lunch does not even involve roti chanai -- the only place that had that nearby closed about two months ago, their chicken curry (gulai ayam) was pretty good -- as far as samosas are concerned there are three Muslim dabbas not too far away in the demilitarized zone (borderline Tenderloin district) where I damned well refuse to venture. Apparently the style of wearing your trousers down around your thighs has gotten so bad there that some fellows don't even have fancy boxers to show off. No underpants at all.
Per multiple reports. It's "prison gangsta" taken to the furthest extreme.

Imagine seeing that walking by when you're eating lunch.

Several blocks further south, quite near the Federal Building, there used to be a Chiu Chow seafood noodle soup place, but I doubt they still exist. The last time I went there I had actually wanted to have a banh mi at a coffee shop I liked, but there were several juvenile Viet thugs infesting the place, and the sidewalk outside smelled like a crime scene. The Tenderloin used to be an interesting "colourful" immigrant neighborhood during daylight hours, it seems to have become a part of Oakland or San Rafael in the last decade.

Too many suburbanites scoring various substances, inner city trash happily selling it to them. Or tourists getting robbed. Except for when Ron De Santis visited and was "disappointed" that not one person admired his Guantanamo "interrogation" heroism.
He brought a film crew and spent five minutes there.
Discovered it was not Disneyland.
Oopsie.


Probably going to end up in Chinatown again, noodles, with sambal.
Hot Hong Kong milk tea, and smoke a pipe afterwards.
Late lunch, when it's quieted down.
I hate crowds.



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