Singapore: The Good, The Bad and the Pretty

The Good:

1. Yakitori Chicken Skin at the ION Orchard food court.

Which I am personally not into in large quantities, but which Goosey says he can eat by the bucketloads. I am sure this is a lie that, if tested, would end with a tearful vomit-ty boyfriend revoking such a ridiculous claim, but unfortunately for me and fortunately for him, I will not try to prove it.


2. Ayam Penyet at Confused Cook? (Deliberate ?, to denote the Cook's confusion, not mine)

I like ayam penyet and sometimes wish I was Indonesian so I could stake a claim to it, but really, who am I kidding, if the tempe and tahu are goreng-ed, I will automatically fall in love with you and then eat you, and it doesn't really matter what else is on the plate.


3. I Love Meat Sandwich, Confused Cook?

Goosey's sandwich, thus his hands all over said sandwich, trying to figure out how best to put all three meat layers in his mouth at one go.


4. Blackforest Profiteroles, P.S. Cafe

MAGICAL. Like chocolate ice cream cherry pastry MAGIC in your MOUTH.



The Bad:

1. The National, who, by the way, was the sole and much anticipated reason for the entire Singapore trip, CANCELLING THEIR SOLD-OUT SHOW. Because of the tsunami and earthquake. Which happened in JAPAN. If they didn't make such beautiful music I would never forgive this terrible oversight in geography and swear them off forever. As it is, I am swearing them off for a minimum of two weeks.

2. Falafel Wrap, Marmalade Cafe

Did not taste like falafel, but like bland mashed potatoes in a wrap.



The Pretty:

1. These books.


1. This bag.


Somehow it is easier to justify being a crazy book lady than a crazy bag lady (it might have something to do with the whole reading books imparts knowledge thing), but both are equally pretty.

Chocolate Souffle & English Cream Puffs; Theobroma Chocolate Lounge, Pavilion KL

A vocabulary lesson for the edification of Theobroma Chocolate Lounge
(If I sound vitriolic and thus pedantic and patronizing, I apologize. It's because I AM.)

What Theobroma is guilty of committing:

(the fallacy of) misnomer \mis-NO-muhr\, noun
Any misnaming of a person or thing; also, a wrong or inapplicable name or designation.

Words that Theobroma is evidently ignorant/sadly mistaken about, which is somewhat disturbing seeing as it is not only supposed to be a highly specialized dessert place, but is also an restaurant chain originating from an English-speaking country:

souffle (dessert) \SOO-fley, soo-FLEY\, noun
A light, airy baked dish made fluffy with beaten egg whites combined with egg yolks and other ingredients, typically lemon or chocolate. Will "fall" after 20-30 minutes so should be served and eaten quickly.
Derived from the French verb souffle which means "to blow up" or puff up--which is what happens to this combination of custard and egg whites.

profiterole \pro-fit-er-OLE\, noun
A small hollow choux pastry that is typically filled with cream and covered with chocolate.

Desserts that Theobroma misnamed:

i) Chocolate Souffle with strawberries


ii) English Cream Puffs with chocolate and strawberries


What The Desserts Really Were, To Anyone With Half a Brain Or Access to Google, Which Clearly Excludes the Theobroma Management:

i) A rock hard, carved slab of chocolate, which is fine if you really feel like satisfying your craving for a chocolate brick but NOT FINE when you order a souffle! Come on, Theobroma! What is this? You can't tag fancy French names onto desserts that are pretty much the complete antithesis of what you're describing just because they sound pretentious and chocolate lounge-y! What are you, the Restaurant of Opposites and Irony?!


ii) Profiteroles. This one was just redundant. Profiteroles = tiny cream puffs with melted chocolate drizzled over them. Therefore in the interests of efficiency, economy and accuracy in general, I'm proposing a novel idea: call a spade a spade and english cream puffs with melted chocolate on them profiteroles. Revolutionary and ingenious, I know. Please try not to fall off your chair in shock.


I was too huffy to enjoy the chocolate "souffle" but in spite of that I LOVED the "cream puffs with chocolate". Even though they were tiny and you only get four and it was sort of like eating a mistaken identity. I really, really didn't want to share, but goosey kept repeating that he'd only help me eat dessert if I insisted (obviously, in hopes that I would insist). Luckily I am a generous and kind person and insisted, albeit reluctantly (also he once gave me a lot of shit after I said I wasn't going to share my Cheezels and then couldn't finish them and had to ask him to help finish them; I wasn't about to risk a repeat of that). Also X Files sucks balls, please don't watch it.