This was from a random stall called Western Boy up at the top of Great World. It wasn't anything to get excited about, but I was nonetheless fascinated by the idea behind combining two separate "Western" dishes that have been so lovingly embraced locally. The chicken was thin and crispy but covered with a standard-issue sweet sauce, while the noodles featured dried chili but were heavy on the (slightly burnt) garlic. I still liked them enough to clear the plate, and now wonder how their standard chicken chop fares.
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