Thahn Hung Asian Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most markets are still closed, a delivery driver noticed an old lady whispering in front of Thahn Hung Asian Market’s entrance. She kept pointing towards the shelves and giggling softly, but no one else seemed to notice her. Curious, the delivery driver approached her gently. ‘Excuse me,’ he whispered, ‘are you okay?’ The old lady turned around with twinkling eyes, holding out a small packet of dried shrimp. ‘For your supper tonight,’ she said, smiling warmly before vanishing into thin air. To this day, locals joke that Thahn Hung is haunted by a generous ghost who loves cooking for strangers.

2. One morning, as customers were browsing through the aisles, an unexpected announcement echoed over the store’s PA system: ‘Attention shoppers! The last can of bamboo shoots has been found on Level 3, near the dragon statue.’ As everyone rushed towards Level 3, a regular noticed an old man slowly pushing a shopping cart filled with cans. 'Sir,' he called out, 'you’ve got all the bamboo shoots!' The man looked up, smiled sheepishly and replied, 'Oh, I was just helping my neighbor collect her winnings.'

3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Thahn Hung Asian Market. As he unloaded crates from his truck, something glinted in the moonlight—a small red envelope, left behind on the pavement. Curious, the driver picked it up and noticed an old-fashioned Chinese character printed inside. He opened it carefully—it contained a single piece of paper with just one word: ‘Luck.’ That night, every time someone entered or left the market, they found similar envelopes waiting for them. Soon enough, Thahn Hung became known not only for its exotic goods but also for its daily dose of good fortune.

4. In the late afternoon, while shoppers browsed the shelves, a small child pointed excitedly at a row of unfamiliar jars. ‘Mommy,’ they whispered, ‘what’s inside these?’ ‘Oh, those?’ her mother replied with a smile. “They’re just preserved baby shrimp from Thailand—an acquired taste.” The little one wrinkled their nose and moved on to the next aisle, leaving mom to wonder if she should explain that some things are best left unexplained in an Asian market.