So I thought...

"Nasi goreng tom yam satu" (I asked for a plate of fried rice, simply put)

"Okay" (Okay)

Then, pointing at what looked like a tray of mutton curry (I have a very unhealthy fondness for mutton), I asked the Malay woman a simple question.

"Ini daging kambing ke?" (Is this mutton?)
"Ya" (Yes)

She said that nodding simultaneously, as if to provide extra assurance... as if to acknowledge my conversational prowess... as if it was the normal thing to do; to say "yes" with a nod the size of yo' momma.  

So I asked to have a scoop of that as well. I paid 2.50SGD for the meal and sat myself down, thinking that that was by far the cheapest scoop of mutton curry I ever paid for. It was quite a large scoop as well, covering about two thirds of the plastic plate that looked like a banana leaf. 

I found one thing funny about the mutton curry: there was no smell. But I guess I did not care. My hunger got the better of me and I took a scoop of the "mutton curry" anyway and ate it....

It was unusually chewy... not in the meaty, muscly sense, but rather it was pulpous and marshmallow-y, if I may use such a term. Carefully dissecting one of the apparent mutton pieces, I stumbled upon its spongy, porous interior. It was then that it occurred to me... it was a piece of fried tofu. 

Well, I guess looks can be very be deceiving. The plate looked like a banana leaf, the tofu looked like mutton, and the lady looked like she could understand Malay. 

Singapore... in the words of CNBlue's Yong Hwa. "That is her charm." (Not the Malay lady. Singapore... )

pwned.