All tangled up

My love for pan mee started when I was really, really, really young. My grandma used to take me along with her to the wet market super early in the morning so that I can smell the fresh, foul air of dead fish, stinking prawns, drain water, blood, and rotten vege. Anyway, if I hadn't been there at all, I would not be able to discover a food so great that I just couldn't stop eating till today. I had fallen in love with pan mee. The humble stall was just there, tucked at a corner row along with rubbish heaps. And my favourite back then - the hand-shredded soup pan mee. Yums :D