When I was a kid, going to the airport was a real treat. It meant dinner of fish and chips at Swensen’s followed by an ice-cream dessert. And then, a post-dinner stroll along the viewing gallery at the arrival floor where my siblings and I would sometimes be able to catch a glimpse of an airplane taking off in the dark.
At 28, going to the airport is still a bit of a treat for me. There’s something about that 15 minute drive along the ECP, tucking into a hot meal (hopefully) and then freezing your butt off because you chose to wear shorts out of laziness. And as you walk past each check-in counter, be reminded of the dozen trips you were supposed to plan.
Having absolutely no idea where to go for dinner, the Boyfriend and I found ourselves cruising along the highway towards Changi Airport Terminal 3. I had hoped to have a little taste of my childhood by going to Earle Swensen’s but we arrived 15 minutes too late for last orders.
We turned to the food court because, well, Singaporeans and food courts/hawker centres go together. And it felt like one of those moods where we wanted something simple and nostalgic (somewhat).
The seafood olive rice made me almost sorry for not clogging my arteries with Popeye’s instead; the Boyfriend’s grilled chicken set meal was just as dissatisfying. The experience compelled us to have toast and tea/coffee at Ya Kun Kaya.
And as we sat down sipping our teh ‘c’ and kopi amidst screeching parents and hyperactive children, and other adults talking above the noise, we saw more people streaming in from the carpark at 11pm.
Everyone else also goes to the airport just because.
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