To feed an army

It was a typical day.
After a long day of work, finally its time for dinner. at 11pm plus.

I met up with the primary school gang for supper at Jalan Kayu.

And I saw the waitress carrying a tray with a mountain of pratas, and 2 large plates of curry, with large chunky piece of chicken.

And I thought to myself, an army must have ordered that.


Imagine my surprise when she planked down the food at a table of 2 tiny, little teenager boys.
and the boys started attacking them.

I can't help but walked up to them and asked them "eh friend I've never seen anyone eaten so much pratas before, can I take a picture of your food?"


Pratas. Lots of them.

Yes, they finished every one of them, and the curry was wiped out as well.
And the two boys took a cab home.

I love teenagers.