Dinner at quarter to midnight:
You know how everyone has their one place near home, where they can head to, say hello to everyone who works there, have them repeat your order without you having to say it first, and feel right at home? Well, this is mine. A Muslim-Indian restaurant just a short walk from my house where I can get my almost daily dose of teh-halia (ginger tea) and mutton briyani. Upon arrival, I receive a handshake from whoever’s working that day or night, maybe some small talk about work and life, then the main event – the food, is served.
Side note: I guess not everybody needs a pretentious barber shop to conduct such neighbourly (some say ‘manly’) activities.