When I first moved to Woodlands, my dad got insider news from some foodie friend of his that we had to make our virgin trip to food centre right smack next to the Woodlands checkpoint to have a taste of this ‘god-sent soup’ he couldn’t stop raving about. I vaguely recall I was relatively unenthusiastic the first time we went because we were forewarned that we would have to wait. I hate waiting for food that turns out to be mediocre — but this, blew me away. First up, the pigs trotters. Simmered gently in the dark sauce for hours, the meat pulls away easily and the its fat melts in your mouth. But the dish that truly makes this a stall worthy of a foodie’s pilgrimage is its seafood soup. Generous slices of fresh pomfret are cooked with minced pork, tomatoes and a choice of crayfish or prawn. The flavour of the soup is complex yet light — nowhere like the weak and salty broths passing off as soup elsewhere. I have a bad habit of never finishing my soup but every time I have this, I lick up the very last drop.