1980s. The street hawkers going by my house were an interesting bunch. The satay man would cycle with a big pot of gravy and a small grilling pit where he would grill the satay on the spot before serving. Best satay I've ever tasted. (Memory collected at the Clementi Public Library during "The Singapore Story: My Heart, My Hope, My Home" campaign from 6 Sep to 31 Dec 2012)