Remember the days when a plate of char kway teow in all its cockled glory, gleaming with lard oil, was wok-fried by an old uncle who’d been doing this for the past 20 years? Well, this too has been outsourced.
You know the times they are a-changin’ (to steal Bob Dylan‘s immortal lyric) when you visit a foodcourt and find that an equally tasty plate of char kway teow is now competently served up by your friendly neighbourhood Chinese national.
Eat that! 😀