Between the hawker calls for kopi and curry puffs, The Salad Corner hums its own tune—crisp, cool, and unapologetically green. It’s where lettuce leaves lounge like divas, cherry tomatoes sparkle like gems, and grilled chicken struts in like it owns the place. You don’t just “order” here—you assemble a story, layering colours, crunch, and zing until your bowl looks like it belongs in a magazine. In the heart of Amoy Street’s heat, this stall is an oasis—proof that even in a city obsessed with wok hei, there’s room for a little garden magic.