I look forward to the monthly homecoming more and more. Ipoh means so much to me; for more reasons than one. Yes, I was born in this beautiful town (to me, this is never a city … only my beloved hometown) and raised with the resplendent of resources from this town built on tin mining activities. Tin mining was HUGE back in the glory days, when Ipoh was barely tainted with the brush of development and mass commercialization.
This past weekend was different. Instead of going all out like I usually did, and hunt for new restaurants/cafes in town, I adopted a significantly different approach in capturing the essence of what made Ipoh famous; the incomparable street foods and the magnificent sights.
For a start, let’s hear a story from this Teochew uncle already in his 60′s (presumably); running this stall selling Teochew-inspired dishes with rice or porridge for more than three decades now …. Read the rest of this entry »