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It’s Singapore week in the Bay Area! Lots of SG friends passing through which means lots of meals to be had and lots of gossip to be shared.
Vinny arrived first so I picked him up fresh from the many-houred flight and took him to a burger joint. Hello, we’re in America. Everyone gets a burger on arrival. He’s a big In-n-Out fan but he has a whole week plus to satisfy those cravings. Instead, we tried out The Counter where a sorta awkward but nice enough waiter shuffled us along in our burger journey.
Today I share a tale of prayer, embarassment, and hamburgers.
Dinner #1 in the Bay Area was a meal at Boiling Crab with Sara, Jane, Lizzie, and Tolu (all of whom I share horrific temp memories with). We like to call these Friendship Renewal Dinners. You see, we’re friends. Good friends even. But we never see each other. When we do, we pick up right where we left off and our friendship continues refueled by our recent meetup and musings.
Boiling Crab was a personal request since I’ve heard that it recently made its way to the Bay Area. It’s in South San Jose (like super south, like the second to the last exit before you’re officially Gilroy-bound) and actually not far from my godparent’s old hood off of Capitol Expressway and Silver Creek Road.
This, my friends, is going to require a plastic bib.
I was in a sandwich frenzy a few weeks ago. Every few days I would think of another sandwich I wanted to whip up. Every recipe I came across became a sandwich. Seared tuna steak? Carne asada tacos? Do they come in sandwich form? Yes, yes they do.
I don’t know too many people who are all about steak and meat and beef, but I do know one. Jay is all about beef and rice and Aston’s serves a lot of beef and some rice so I figured him and Steph would be prime candidates to drag to Aston’s.
We actually ended up here because Steph wanted to try out Summer Frost and, while some might argue that you could have shaved milk ice for dinner, most people need a little more sustenance than that.
I got the prime ribeye or was it the NY strip… Whatever. It was a big ol’ slab of meat and when you’re living in Asia you’re usually getting big ol’ slabs of duck or maybe noodles but rarely, if ever, straight up meat.
Yah, this post is totally about Dempsey Hill again.
Before we got into the eats, let’s talk about my arduous journey to get there. I live on the East side of the island which I heart very much. One of the things that I do not heart is that I live on a road that is often closed off and used for marathons, races, and other annoying fitness related activities that I do not care to partake in. When I say ‘closed off’ I mean that they turn off the bus service that feeds into and out of my area. Take the MRT you say? Yah, there is no MRT where I live.
This means during these marathons and races and whatsits I’m pretty much trapped. Not cool. The only way out is by taxi and everyone is scrambling for them so you’re best bet is to call for one. Total taxi fare from my humble abode to Dempsey Hill: SGD17. Ouch.
Whatevs though. I’m getting my darn pancakes – raceathon be damned.
Dempsey House is right next to Tippling Club in the most annoying place in Singapore – Dempsey Hill. Sigh. Okay I’m exaggerating but oh how I enjoy the eateries up in this area but hate how hard it is to get to/from. If you’re wondering, yes, I plan on whining about that in every post made in reference to this area.
Anyway back to the story. Jay and I went to House to decompress after slogging through a crazy work week. It was supposed to be a gank-load (read: lots) of people going but that didn’t work out. We started our journey to Dempsey at 6:29pm because I threatened Jay’s life if I was still in the office at 6:31pm. When we arrived we saw MakatiJosh again who was diligently manning his post at the head of the stairs to the two restaurants. He remembered us! Lovely!
I like how House is decorated. Mismatched tables and chairs, wires hanging from the ceiling, different themed private rooms where you can book dinner parties (one of the rooms is a Kubrick room). The front of the House is the restaurant area (pictured above), followed by a hallway of the private rooms, and then a bar/lounge area in the back. For the multitaskers in the House there’s also a spa/massage place upstairs. Random.