I vaguely recall having Western food for dinner once in a blue moon when I was young. My father would bring us to the hawker centre at the West Coast market and order pork or chicken chop for all of us, while waiting for my mum to come by and have dinner with us during her meal break from work. She used to work at the Ginza Plaza in Clementi as a store assistant, and would work till late at night as well as over the weekends. My dad would always help to order her share of dinner, and we would all wait for her to join us at the table before we tucked in.
