The elderly white bearded uncle at the little nameless tea shop, just opposite Kampong Glam cafe makes the best tea in Singapore hands down. It’s called a Sarabat stall (selling mainly drinks and run by mainly Indian Muslim owners) and is located at the junction of Bussorah & Baghdad Street. It actually worries me if lovely stalls like this disappear. It’s the most wonderful part of Singapore culture.
I was too shy to ask if I could take a picture but I did get a shot of his accolades including a magazine cut-out from as far off as Japan. It’s pretty cool that his tea is recognized by not only me. The coffee shop was buzzing with old Malay men when I was there. They have probably been regulars here for years. I just love the taste of rose esssence in the teh tarik but this time I had teh alia (ginger tea). I prefer the ginger tea at tekka as I like the ginger to be really strong but I haven’t had better teh terik anyway else.
Just look out for the building at Kandahar Street painted blue. It’s diagonally across from the little public car park.
I have been here quite a few times and wish I could come here daily: