Don Personal Pie Club

Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because he was sick of the chicken jokes on THIS side of the road.

Either that or because he was lured by the "Die for a Worthy Cause" sign on the other side . Too bad, it didn't read the fine print, which might have read "Thank You for being part of Chicken Pie Most Delicious"

Don Your Personal Pie Club

Synonymous with comfort food, Don's chicken pie looks like an unassuming, down-to-earth assembly of homely ingredients.

But really, my first mouthful was a moment of epiphany. And that was years ago.

Today, the essentials remain unchanged. Chunky chewy chicken, with traces of peas, corn and carrot (hurray if rabbit food isn't your thing) and a paradoxical WHOLE half egg. All present, with drool kept in check.

Its pastry crust suffered from slight limpness but that was my undoing as perculiar eating habits had me picking the insides before polishing off the oh-so-buttery crust. I guess that was my way of keeping it haute hot. Good thing they toned down the pepper sprinkling as i remember it being smack-on pepperish almost to the point of overwhelming.

I had the audacity to ask for ketchup only to learn that they do not provide them- a good indication of how confident they are of the original taste. Recovering from my faux pas, I found the chicken potato-laced chicken filling reassuringly flavourful.

Anthony Bourdain would have been pleased.

My only gripe is that it hardly filled me up and by the time I returned to my office, I made a beeline for the pantry. I couldn't resist the Raffles by the Plaza mooncakes lying on the table. I had their signature snow-skin rum & raisin chocolate truffle mooncake. It was a bewildering at first as I had no idea about what lay beneath round brown core, which incidentally reminded me of bald ferrero rocher. Careful not to make a mess, I gobbled up a quarter with the round ball still intact, only to find it meltcrumblemelt in my mouth, secreting mint-textured rum. Very interesting. Luckily the alcoholic taste of rum wasn't too strong or I would have spat it out.

But I still prefer traditional mooncakes, which is why I satisfied my craving with the Hazelnut Nut and White Lotus Paste Baked version. Delectably smooth and tooth-achingly sweet, I swear I tried to find a knife to half it but after spending 2.5 seconds looking for one, I decided to save my time, (the company's) washing liquid and water by taking the entire quarter back to my table. I sure hope noone realises the huge gaps in the mooncake box.

Shh.