Eleven Customers Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

Eleven customers - one custom
That`s hard to fathom -
A common meal by the roadside -
Tastiest and dirtiest side by side.

Eleven customers - one stall.
A craggy face that greets all -
Crouched and bent on a crooked road,
She cooked - whatever her culinary mode.

Not minding the mix of dusts and smell,
Nor the woman`s yap and yell,
Still stood squeezed, perhaps squatted too,
Those lovers of tasty hot tofu.

Outdoor dining in Chinatown -
No vanity, no sitting down;
A feast is a feast, to say the least;
At least, this feast will cost the least!