I like my cakes fried.
Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten my food promises.
Ghim Moh always reminds me of school. Because that’s where my Junior College is was. The campus has now been taken over by the very nerdy Dunman High kids. But oh well. It was nothing much to rave about anyway. We only had chalk boards and overhead projectors there; though it had this rustic charm to it, nestled away in the heartlands.
So one of the places that I headed straight for the second day I returned, was, of course, Ghim Moh.
I loved Ghim Moh Food Centre, because the Grass Jelly Uncle always gave students in my college’s uniform a discount :D
But of course (!), what I really loved about Ghim Moh Food Centre, was the Fried Carrot Cake (not the baked one).
There’s two of them, actually. One does the black version exceptionally well; the other, the white.
Uhh.. because I can’t remember the exact location of them, you’ll just hafta figure out yourself which’s the good white, and which’s the good black.
And yeah, there’re only two fried carrot cake stalls there (I think, don’t quote me on this).
There’s something else brilliant about the Ghim Moh’s hawker centre. And that’s how difficult it is to get a parking space Johnson’s Roast Duck.
No No No. Not the roast duck. The claypot chicken from Johnson’s Roast Duck. It’s S$ 3. And trust me, it’s to die for. :) I’ve died for it.
