Posts Tagged ‘roti’
Okay foodies, that’s enough lollygagging.
I’m back to blogging with 14 days of posts teed up for you. We have a lot of catching up to do.
We’ll wrap things up in Sydney, make a quick stop in the Philippines, take a break in Singapore, head Stateside, then head back home to the shores of the Lion City. Got all that? Let’s do it!
Sometimes my friends are so mean.
Here I am. Living in Singapore. Traveling many hours to meet up with them in Sydney. Guess what they want to eat when we get there? Roti.
Ugh do they hate me or something? I live in, like, roti central and it’s, like, 2 bucks here. Why would I go all the way to Sydney and eat roti? I should be eating kangaroo or emu or something.
When we first swung by the line was too long and our hunger too eager so we ended up elsewhere (no kangaroo or emu, more Asian food but that’s a story for another day). On one of the days I simply gave in and agreed to trying Mamak for lunch.
Admittedly, the place does have a lure. There’s big window where you can see the rotis being stretched and pounded and otherwise tortured. That combined with the smell of clarified butter is a potent siren song.
Okay Mamak, let’s see what this wannabe Singaporean has to say about you.
This is the second Saturday in a row where I’ve rolled outta bed at a too early hour. This time it was because of Isaac and Pui and their love of hiking and because of Jade Garden and my love of eating (btw, the Jade Garden at Plaza Singapore = not worth yer time).
Since dinner on Friday including Peking duck. Saturday included a hikety hike hike to burn that overzealous duckie off.
And then afterwards we had some roti.
One thing that’s nice about where I work is that people are from all over Southeast Asia. The major perk of this, of course, is that when you travel to these awesome destinations you get firsthand tips and advice about where to go and what to do and, most importantly for this little piggie, where to eat. If you’re very very lucky you’ll even get to visit these destinations with these local experts in tow.
So it goes that when I was in Bangkok and told Pui and Muk to pick a place to eat, they picked one of their favorites – Secret Garden.
Meatballs are always kinda scary because you’re never quite sure what you’re gonna get when you bite in. Thailand’s version is meaty but with the requisite lemongrass, basil, and chili flavors that are so common in Thai food. These were very nice – lightly browned on the outside (hell yes they are fried) and soft and tender on the inside.