Without fail, my sister will take me to this shop whenever I’m in Singapore. Well, according to her, that’s the closest thing she could get for a good bowl of prawn mee.

Beach Road Prawn Mee Eating House

Located along East Coast Road, it is about 10 minutes drive from my sister’s place. But on one particular day (during my short holiday), and since they weren’t around and there’s no car, I’m not sure why or what, I decided to walk to the said shop. Walking under a hot scorching sun with a migraine for 30 minutes is ain’t fun, I tell you. But then again, I insisted on taking a long walk on that day because I need to take a breather. But that’s another story…

So, when I reached to that place, the shop was not packed as during weekends because it was mid morning on a weekday. Ordering was a breeze. All you need to do is to grab a table, remember the table number, proceed to the counter to order and pay there and then.

Prawn Mee

For unknown reason, I decided to pick the most expensive one in their menu; Jumbo Prawn Mee. Please don’t ask me why. Maybe my migraine screwed up my thinking on that day and made me pay for more. It took about 5 – 10 minutes for my order to arrive. There were 2 – 3 jumbo fresh prawns in it. Unlike the ones in Malaysia, the soup has this very vague taste but it wasn’t tasteless, that’s for sure. Please do take note that their mee hoon is slightly thicker compare to that in Malaysia.

Chilis

Besides, it wasn’t spicy at all. One needs to add chili powder and chili powder for more ‘kickness’. They are readily placed on each and every table for customer’s convenience. I was literally speechless when my sister told me about this, I kid you not.

Lime Juice

To wash it all down, it was a cold cup of lime juice. Not too sour yet not too sweet. They were just at the right level.

Receipt

The total damage was SGD$12. But I can’t complain much because the noodle was decently alright. And I’ll probably go back there again whenever I’m in Singapore again… with my sister footing the bill. Haha.

Address:
370/372, East Coast Road,
Singapore #428981.







“Come out! Come out! Come ouuuttt!” My friend sounded like a 8 year old kid demanding for an ice cream.

“No. I want to sleep.” I answered.

“I’ll treat you Starbucks.”

“Not tempting enough.” Trying to sound firm with my answer.

“Fine. I’ll treat you supper. Deal?”

“Keep going. I’m listening.” I replied just to keep the conversation alive.

“I’ll treat you your favourite food. Er… What do you like to eat?”

“Heh. You don’t even know what’s my favourite food.”

“Fine. I’ll buy you few pairs of BBQ Chicken Wings.” My friend ran out of ideas already.

“Don’t want. Good night.”

“I hate youuuu…” Just to make me feel guilty, which failed miserably.

“Like you always do.” I replied nonchalantly.

“Bluuerrghh…” My friend hung up. That’s the last word for the day.

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It’s one of those days when I’m so bloody exhausted and refused to go out. Yes, I actually willing to trade free food and / or drink for some private time for myself and some rest / sleep.