I haven’t had chicken rice in over 6 months. That’s a lie. I did have a chicken rice sometime in July/August in Menlo Park. It was not so good so I like to pretend it never happened.
This chicken rice episode definitely did happen though. River Valley Road was not exactly what you would call convenient for me location-wise but it does have this nice strip of eateries that were bustling on the night we made it the area.
To your right: full on traffic (we sat outside right up against the main street). To your left: glistening plates of chicken rice.
Before I left Singapore we had another Singapore Food Tour (seriously, you could probably have an infinite amount of these in Singapore – there are so many places to eat).
Actually, wait. I have a few, unrelated things to purge from my brain.
– Yesterday I found a dead frog on the table in one of the conference rooms at work. Dis.gust.ing. How did it get there? No one knows.
– I am totally obsessed with watching Top Chef All Stars. I DVR each episode and then watch it about 5 million times. No, not just because of Dale Talde. (Although it’s a nice bonus.) The challenges are freakin’ crazy this season and you got some pretty badass chefs on the show. Except for Jamie who keeps flying under the radar…
– My brother got me the Momofuku book for Christmas and now I really, really want to try the cereal milk custard and the ramen.
– I’m leaving for a trip to Asia in a few days and I’m not packed at all.
– I wore boots over my jeans for the first time 2 days ago. I’m still recovering.
– I hate this laptop.
Okay, I feel better. Where were we?
Singapore. Food Tours. Let’s talk about it.
I love me a good market and London has LOADS of good ones. After my brother and I had parted ways in London, I trekked back to the city with my cousin (who has been living in London for a few years now) to spend some quality girl time.
I had two objectives on this lovely London day: 1) find an old map of Singapore/Southeast Asia and 2) eat something good.
Remember when I went to London? No? Okay, well I went to London. It was en route to Omagh which is Northern Ireland which is where I was headed for a wedding between an Irish lady and a Portuguese guy who are now expecting a baby that will be raised in Singapore. You follow?
I rolled up to London with 1 piece of luggage, 1 carry on, and 1 flu and met up with 1 brother of mine named Joshua. At some point during our trip we pigged out on 1/2 a chicken and about 10 wings. This is that story.
These pictures are awful. They were taken in a very harried fashion and in very lowlight. Nevertheless, the meal was epic and one of those places that I always want to introduce people to so we’re gonna talk about it, poor photography cannot stop us.
I took these pictures back in February during a business trip to Manila. The taxi ride to Serendra was memorable bc the taxi uncle was taking his sweet time driving us around in circles and claiming that he did not know where Serendra was but that he knew where Market Market was. Ok, dude, they are across the street from each other.
Annnnywho, we shook the cab ride off and arrived wide eyed at Serendra. As per usual the place was poppin’ with plenty of people milling about, grabbing dinner, and hanging out. I had done my homework and we were gunning for Abe’s which had rave reviews and apparently was restaurant of the year or something in 2008.
The best Filipino restaurant I’ve ever been to. So delicious, great service, lovely menu.
(Looks a bit empty but this is at the end of the night.)
Right ok so this trip down memory lane is going to be weird. Sometimes I’ll remember the food but won’t remember the place, sometimes I’ll remember the place but not the food. If at all possible I’ll try to go back in time and look everything up but sometimes it ain’t gonna work out – this is one of those times.
I’m pretty sure this place has one of those Chinese-only signboards anyway. I vaguely remember it being around the Bugis area, possibly near Blu Jazz but Street View shows nada. Whatever, I’m not going to recommend you go here anyway. Ha.
Have you had Sichuan/Szechuan food before?
There’s a lot of peppers involved. Peppers and oil. You won’t be able to feel your tongue afterwards.
It’s been a million years, I know. Last time I blogged I was doing it from my white Ikea couch in my British colonial manor home turned studio apartment in Singapore. The air conditioning was at a crisp 25C and I was probably noshing on some mangosteens and goldfish crackers.
Nowadays? Well, right now I’m sitting in a cushy new queen sized bed in my very grown up townhouse back in the Bay Area. Sadly, no more mangosteens but I still have the goldfish crackers so that’s a nice vote for consistency. A lot has happened in the last 6 months. I went to the Philippines, Belfast, London, and back to the Philippines, I packed up everything I held dear to me (mostly bags, shoes, and clothes), and moved it all back to the Bay Area. I was halfway tortured by my overly adorable goddaughter and her equally sweet sister for 3 months while crashing at the cousins, and I did what big girls do and bought my own place. Slowly but surely we’re filling it up with furniture in anticipation of future dinner parties and soirees (ok, no soirees because I’m not that fancy).
Truth be told, after being airplane-free for 3 months I’m dead bored. My dear, trusty passport feels neglected, my luggage is confused, and I can barely remember the last time my ears popped. If I could, I would give Asia a great, big fat hug. I would commit crimes for a steaming bowl of bak kut teh, I’m collecting the courage to try my hand at marmite pork ribs, and I sometimes dream of butter crab. I’m going through life-in-Asia withdrawal and let me tell you – it ain’t pretty. I figure going back to blogging will be like therapy. I’ll look through some pictures, remember some great memories, and motivate myself to recreate some of those flavors. I will probably shed a tear or two or 75 and I’ll gain a few pounds from the non-satisfiable cravings that will set in, but I’ll also get to share.
And as Sophie, my crazy 3 year old niece told me while I was making my way through a pack of pretzel M&Ms: sharing is caring. Kids are so smart these days.
Over the next few weeks: a trip down memory lane and, if I’m feeling particularly inspired and remember my camera, a trip down some new lanes.