30 December 2011
End of the road
28 December 2011
My parents went to Singapore and all I got .......(la deuxième partie)

As it wasn't long before dinner we had to satisfy ourselves with a snack, at a place which sold, among other things, clam chowder. And pretty decent chowder it was too, served in a square bread bowl. We loved the eating instructions, which went something like (and I swear we didn't make this up) 'gracefully cut the bread into little pieces and soak them in the soup......'.
27 December 2011
My parents went to Singapore and all I got was this lousy.......

Drooltastic snack of the day

Cultural stop

The Singapore Flyer

But before that, lunch beckoned. We had ours at a Chinese place located at the Flyer's base, which also housed a food court modeled along the old kopi tiam style (obviously designed more for tourists since that type of eating house has all but disappeared locally). It's interesting to see that many Singapore restaurants with designs of grandeur have their wine stock on display at the entrance. Nonetheless, the place had quite decent food.

One particular dish which I had not seen (or tasted) for many years was mini cuttlefish fried till crunchy in sweet thick black sauce. This dish was once commonly available at seafront food hawkers at Bedok in days of old. Love it. They also do a pretty good fish head curry. Strange dish of the day was coffee pork ribs - so we had to try it. It had that slight bitter after taste reminiscent of coffee but I'm not entirely convinced of the combination.



No booking needed: Singapore (7)

We had a modest lunch a few days ago at the nearby market hawker centre. I had a local dish enjoyed by Muslim Indians, also called mamak rojak. But it's not the same as the Chinese version, with the sauce being sweet and (I think) tomato based, and has fried items like dou fu, fritters etc instead of vegetables. This particular stall wasn't that great (as no 1 child liked to remind me throughout the meal) but a thirsty man doesn't complain that his water isn't Perrier (or more likely Evian if you're a local).