Posts Tagged ‘roti prata’
Did I mention that after that chicken rice meal Therese and I were hankering for something sweet? Well we were. We ended up at the coffee shop next door that sold loads of different prata.
It’s banana cheese prata served with curry. I’m not sure what possessed us to order this particular combination.
It was good and we ate it.
I’m supposed to be in Bangkok right now relaxing with some iberry after a long day of ziplining in the rainforests of Chonburi. Instead, I’m chillin on the couch watching the first season of The OC with the brothers. What are the odds that my brother would develop a 101F fever, sore throat, and nausea 8 hours before our flight? Sigh. Grounded.
This does mean I have lots of time on my hands and thus have fewer excuses to drag my feet on the ol’ blog. In truth I’ve been feeling wishy washy about it. To blog or not to blog? I’ve been taking the camera out less and less, feeling less impressed and less intrigued by the yum yums to be had all over the island. Too lazy to document any culinary magic happening in my humble kitchen. In short my friends I’m feeling all blogged out. I’m trying to get revved up about it again so let’s begin by a post that needs, nay aches, to see the light of day.
Nags and I with the leadership of some of our favorite true blue Singaporeans, Melina and Isaac, put together an office food tour to visit 4 of the island’s tastiest hawker stalls. Please make way for the gluttony of 1 rainy Saturday in Singapore, 17 hungry tummies, and 4 hours of num nums in the tum tum.
The fun started in Tiong Bahru which I have to say has a pretty nice, modern hawker center. Very spacious, adequately clean, and lots of variety.
I think I’m allergic to something in my room because every morning I wake up with allergies. I’ve had to start with the meds again to try and ward off the symptoms. The confusifications (yes, I made that up) happen when I wake up wondering if I’m starting to catch a cold or am just suffering from the allergies. A survey of the office turned up no recognition of the word ‘Airborne.’ Boo.
Anyway. We went to the Chevron Plaza for lunch today which I have to say is going to be a fave. There’s lots of variety at the food court in the basement. There’s even a fruit stand and a kaya toast shop. You remember kaya toast right?
What caught my eye was an Indian guy slappin’ down discs of dough onto a hot griddle. Took me about .5 seconds to decide to queue up.