Metamor4Sis

The locals, we call it Chendol. Pronounced as “chern-dole”.

Arrow #3 finished school early and we decided to take half and hour out for lunch. We had ordered our food and settled down to wait.

Our drinks came and then I saw it.

To be more exact, I saw a lot of it.  The waiters kept walking by our table to fulfill the customers’ requests. You couldn’t miss them. I looked around and noticed that every other table had this same drink. This drink that made my own drink dull in comparison.

The waiter saw my face which spoke volumes – shall I order one too?

He came over to our table.

I asked him if it was what I thought it was. He assured me it was so.

I asked if they served it with coconut milk. He smiled and nodded.

I asked if the bottom was gula melaka. His smiled broaded to a grin and he asked me a question in return “Would you like one?”

I vacillated.

But only for a short while.

I ordered one.

And it did not disappoint.

Even Arrow #3 enjoyed it.

Now I know where to go to get this refreshing drink.

Tags: Food

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