I love hawker food and can regularly be heard extolling the virtues of char kway teow (there aren’t any…except for the fact it tastes delicious). However, my confidence in ordering this dish of fried noodles has been well and truly shattered recently after I failed to pronounced teow with a clear enough ‘t’ sound. What I said sounded (according to my friend Mae) like a mixture of ‘char kway chee-aw/char kway gee-aw’. This meant that what I was actually asking for was roast penis.
Nice. Thank goodness it wasn’t for sale and my plate of noodles arrived with only a raised eyebrow.






































