Aminah’s Prata – The Kind of Mutton Curry You’ll Come Back For

Every time I visit Geylang East Hawker Centre, one thing is constant – a long, unwavering queue at Aminah’s Prata. I always tell myself, “Next time.” And today, finally, I made that “next time” happen.

We arrived around 9am, thinking we were early birds. But nope – the queue had already formed, snaking its way across the hawker centre like a well-known ritual. Locals in line, eyes fixed on the prata pan, quietly waiting for their morning fix.

The stall works like a well-oiled machine. The boss takes your order, then passes it down to the prata man. A little tip: don’t try to film the prata guy flipping the dough—he’ll wag his finger and go, “No no.” (Yes, I tried, haha.) But just watching from afar is still quite a treat. He pan-fries each prata on a flat iron plate with precision, and while oil is used, there’s surprisingly no sizzling chaos—just this calm, quiet confidence in his frying.

While queuing, the smell of freshly made prata wafted towards us—fragrant, warm, and comforting. We went for the classics: kosong, egg prata, and plaster. If you like your prata crispy and paper-thin, this might not be for you. But if you’re like me and enjoy the doughy, slightly chewy kind with a good bite and satisfying pull, then you’re in the right place.

Now, here’s the part that sealed the deal for me—the mutton curry.

Usually, I go for fish curry out of habit, but today we added a side of mutton curry just to try. And thank God we did. It was rich, aromatic, and thick with the kind of flavour that only comes from hours of slow cooking. The spices were deep, the mutton tender, and the gravy clung beautifully to each piece of prata.

Since the mutton curry was so good, we decided to go for their mutton biryani. The boss told us: “Come back at 10:30am. Biryani will be ready.”

Guess what? We did. And once again, the queue hadn’t stopped. He scooped rice from a massive pot, added a generous serving of that same mutton curry, and handed it over with a smile.

The biryani rice itself was nothing fancy—fluffy and fragrant, yes, but what stood out again was the mutton curry. Succulent, rich, and boldly spiced. You don’t get little cubes of meat here. You get real, hefty, fall-apart-tender pieces of mutton that soak up every bit of the curry. The kind that makes you put your spoon down, sigh a little, and just go, “Wah.”

This is a stall that doesn’t try too hard to be trendy or viral. It’s humble, consistent, and beloved for a reason.

Will I queue again? Definitely. Next time, I’m going straight for the biryani—with extra mutton curry, please.