Showing posts with label singapore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label singapore. Show all posts

Thursday, March 17, 2011

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.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Curry Chicken Pie, Caramel Eclair, Macaroons; Bakerzin, Singapore

Lost 1 kg in Singapore as my stomach seems to be so contrarian that it just defies the laws of gastrophysics, prompting my mother to comment somewhat ominously that I should enjoy the metabolism while I can. This sounds like a threat. Since my standard procedure in dealing with threats is to yell out 'bring it on, mofos' while wielding a metaphorical M-16, I will take this maternal comment as license to consume more fatty foods.

Curry Chicken Pie!

Caramel Eclair (I LOVE LOVE LOVE eclairs. LOVE. I would MARRY an eclair if I could. Which if you think about it is very fitting because an eclair is pretty explicit phallic symbol and like men, good eclairs are hard to find. They look fine when you're looking at them through the display window, but then you find out you were cheated on the cream or the pastry is just too hard and then you're like I divorce you! And by divorce I mean go to the bathroom and get rid of the... you know what I mean.)

Macaroons! Strawberry, Chocolate, Pistachio, Rose Chocolate (yeah... I don't know what that means either, but it tasted good?), Hazelnut, Vanilla