I used to follow my father to his coffee shop, where he would have his early morning coffee with his friends. He would talk about the local politics and air his views about injustice and social ills. Then he would give me some coffee in the saucer , My legs would not reach the floor yet and so I would swing my legs in delight! A small slice of buttered and sugared bread would follow. That was my treat of the day. The following year I had to start primary one classes and I would no longer enjoy that.
One remarkable image stayed with me. That of a little trough for the coffee cups.
|A scene which can still be seen in a Chinese Coffee Shop or Kopitiam in Kuala Lumpur. Some shops even have this trough very professionally made I was told. But the old kopitiam cups are really "sterilized' in the hot water trough here.|
This man was a Coffee Hand (kopi chiew) as a young man in the 19780's. He has grown old with Petaling Street so to speak.
You can still see him making hot coffee for you in one of the oldest coffee shops in Petaling Street.
A heritage, a culture, a great memory. Don't lose it.