Rickshaw noodle

After sending Tutik to the airport, it was still too early to head to Gleneagles for blood test. We had time to walk at East Coast. We took the Fort exit and walked briskly in the cool morning air for about 3 km and worked up a sweat.
We needed breakfast and didn't want to be caught in the morning peak jam so we headed out to the city. We decided to try Maxwell Market Food court and was pleasantly surprised by the wide range of food. We ventured through the aisles and glanced at the food some people were eating and one clue for good food is to look at stalls with a queue. Stall 87 had a number of people waiting. We went closer for a look - quite unusual, we have never tried this before - Rickshaw noodle. There were two large pots, one with meesua and another yellow noodle. The noodles were stewing in hot soup with bits of mushroom and chicken. We ordered both to try and at a unbelievable price of 70 cents a small bowl. It came piping hot. It was delicious! What an authentic experience. I think its name, rickshaw noodle, alludes to it being a staple meal of the poor rickshaw pullers of the early years - possibly it was a meal concocted from leftovers stewed in a big pot and ladled out in bowls from which the rickshaw pullers would slurped up as they sit on wooden benches in the back alleys of Chinatown.