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The Satay Club was one of the many food stalls, which are a market of cafes and fast food vendors. At this time of night it was teeming with local people. We sat next to a local family with their two young children. They spoke little English but smiled a lot, and the children seemed fascinated by our white skin. We walked around the Hawker's stalls, selecting from an impressive mix of Chinese, Malay and Indonesian dishes. The drinks were equally exotic, the fresh fruits lined up ready for liquidising, peel included. We went back to our table, and somehow through the mass of people our
food found its way to the right place, complete with disposable chopsticks.
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We both felt very self-conscious until we saw one of the
children struggling to use them properly. More smiles. The food was glorious,
the outside setting loud with alien conversation and very humid. I tried
to take a picture with my SLR camera, but the inside mirror was misted
over. We never found out if the Satay Club was famous or just an ordinary
food stall area, but it seemed wonderful to us on our first night in Singapore.|
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