Perhaps it was my lack of appreciation for this item when I was younger, seeing it as the lesser sibling of the actual Western pork chop; with only just a handful of places serving up the Hainanese Pork Chop, I find myself trying to hit up the place just to have a taste of the nostalgia. That starchy tomato-based sauce that carries a slight tang, the crisp biscuit crumb battered pork chop that carried a crunch with tender, moist meat within that does not require a bite, and those soft, fluffy, thick-cut fries that are a tad limp — all of those on the plate here reminds me of the days where such dishes are a more common find in hawker centres. Some things, I guess we would only appreciate when we age; and I am glad that I still managed to have a taste of that here with this dish served here that replicates all of those feels to a tee.

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