Kay Fiery

Sometimes I just want an old fashioned chicken chop from a western food stall. I don’t need it to be posh — I just want a griddle-​fried, slightly crispy chicken thigh, liberally slathered with brown sauce, and some coleslaw, and fries. I don’t need them designer fries neither. Crinkle cut? I’ll take ‘em. Shoestring? Even better. It’s just so damn nostalgic.
This place makes it that way, and it takes me back to the days when I was a kid, and the ‘rents would take me to the hawker centre and this would be such a treat.
Okay, so these guys who run the store are young-​ish, but the make the food in that same way, and I know exactly what I’m getting here. Kudos to these guys keeping up a tradition. Without them, kids would never know what cheap thrills this kind of food brings.