Wednesday, July 29

A Surreal Dinner

We celebrated Mr Blumer return to Singapore with a small MadHatter's Dinner Party. But I think the party started even before we got out of the office...

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... and before the alcohol flowed. As you can see, after 6pm, we are quite an excitable bunch of crackpots.

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Though Bob was supposedly the Guest of Honour, he prepared dinner. Duh, who dares upstage a guy has two cooking programmes?

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Chopping, slicing, blending, grilling ... working up a sweat, he sure works hard for the money.

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Guacamole with chips kept us going while Bob worked on his pizza.

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The pizza was ridiculously good. It was so good, it was sick. Topped with pesto that had been blended with parmigiano cheese and toasted pine nuts, as well as corn sauteed with asparagus, sundried tomatoes and butter, and finally, smoked chicken.

It was so good, it's been more than a week and I still can't imagine having any other pizza.

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The real magic was in the dough. Chewy yet crispy. I could never quite understand the concept of chewy-crispy till I crossed paths with this pizza. It wasn't like some giant keropok. As soon as I sank my teeth in, the outmost layer almost immediately gave way to a chewy base. It was a fleeting moment of crispness but the sound rang true in my ears.

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For dessert, the guy teased us silly with "Macdoodle" fries - twice-baked pound cake with strawberry sauce.

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Too cute for words.

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Come back soon, Mr Blumer.

Sunday, July 26

Queen for a Day

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My birthday this year, like many others before it, was a simple, quiet affair.

I received a few gifts that were all extremely special to me. My sister in Hong Kong got me an iPod when she found out that my second generation iPod was heading for iKaput Land. She downloaded some of my favourite songs and others she thought I would like into the nano - sure made me feel like the Queen. Not only that, she got it personalized with one of my favourite quotes from Executive Pastry Chef Shinsuke Nakajima, être douce pour vous , which means be sweet to yourself in French (because everything does sound better in French).

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Turning 24 doesn't give me the right to shower you with words of wisdom but every once in a while, let's all remember to be sweet to ourselves.

Friday, July 24

Bringin' Sexy Bak

A couple of weeks ago, my mum sat me down ... No, not for the Birds & Bees talk but for an Austerity Talk. She usually leaves me to do my own thing so it was quite odd of her to mind my spending habits.

Quite timely too, if I may add since I was getting sick of fine dining.

Yup, you heard me right.

Is this just a phase or am I jaded for good? I don't know but for now ... No more white starched napkins, complimentary bread baskets, amuse bouches, palate cleaners, foam, mousseline, ingredients that I can't pronounce for me... till my palate tweaks back and I strike lottery / win a Golden Ticket / score a bailout.

Ah my parents would be proud. They might even acknowledge me as one of their own.

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A few moons back, we did haute hawker at Sin Heng Claypot Bak Kut Teh.

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Personally I've always been a white bak kut teh sort of person. My parents would take us to Rong Chen since it was near our place. Sin Heng 's ribs are pretty good but without a piece of childhood memory attached to it, it was missing the X-factor for me.

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The pig trotters toed the line of WTF-deliciousness. Clear favourite of the evening.

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The chai poh omelette was good but it was no Pariaman. A dunk into dark thick soya sauce elevated it to almost-but-not-quite-Pariaman.

Sin Heng Claypot Bak Kut (Koot) Teh
439 Joo Chiat Road
Tel: 6345 8754
Closed on Mondays

Wednesday, July 22

Kazu Sumiyaki Restaurant, Cuppage Plaza

I've been frequenting Cuppage Plaza alot these last couple of weeks. It's charming in a I choose not to patake in the Orchard Road rejuvenation scheme, where very restaurant feels like a trapdoor to somewhere clandestine.

Follow your inner Shinjuku Alice and wander into this Wonder-CubbyHole-Land where Tweedledees and Tweedledums greet you with, Irrshimase!

The latest place (well at least when I was writing this post) we visited was Kazu Sumiyaki Restaurant. The restaurant filled up quickly on a Tuesday night, and a blurry of activity and dishes followed.

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The kurobuta pork cheek above epitomized the quality of the yaki we had that evening - smokey, slightyly charred on the outside but soft, still-pinkish within.

Other dishes we had - fatty pork jaw, pork belly, scallops, enoki wagyu, beef with cheese, pork & asparagus, pork with apple, duck stick etc - were memorable in my sumiyaki memory bank.

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If I were a sumiyaki otaku, I would make weekly pilgrammages here.

Oh, and did you say you were in a rush? Hmm then it's probably not a good idea to come here. Not to say service is slow, just laidback - in true Cuppage Plaza style.

Kazu Sumiyaki Restaurant
5 Koek Road
#04-05 Cuppage Plaza
Tel: 6734 2492

Tuesday, July 21

Weekend #29

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A weekend of little surprises with my favourite black carrot cake from Serangoon Food Centre.

Bankaku's shrimp crackers from Gerald, Harry Potter, Canele's Nougatine, fireworks during ballet under the stars, Bob Blumer's coconut shrimp and a birthday present from my sister in Hong Kong.

I loved Weekend #29 (according to my handphone).

Sunday, July 19

Ricciotti Italian Deli & Pastry, The Riverwalk

I don’t eat enough Italian desserts.

Thing is after a heavy, usually carb-centric meal, the last thing I want to do is cram a mascarpone-cheese-rum-chantilly-cream dessert in with that digesting mash risotto or pizza. I mean, I could ... but the morning after wouldn’t be pretty.

I don’t eat enough Italian desserts but if you took me to Riciotti, I promise to behave.

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The soffiato was warm dark chocolate cake with chocolate chip ice cream. Yes, regardless of what you name it, it is / was / has been just a molten chocolate cake. But I will admit that despite their ubiquity, I still can't get enough of these ooze-muh-baby treats.

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The tiramisu - mascarpone cheese cake with coffee and cocoa was breathalyzer-friendly, which could be why I enjoyed it. Oh c'mon, does that cocoa-coil -roundabout make you go Aww wanna stab it?

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I have been unable to get the cannoli out of my mind ever since I caught Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations, where he gets "assasinated" in New Jersey. Riciotti's cannoli was a chocolate pastry tube stuffed with ricotta cheese, citrus fruits and pistachio nuts. Savoury with hints of sweetness, it was damning delightful.

Yes... leave the gun, take the cannoli.

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Passionfruit and chocolate gelato - who would have thought this combination would work?

Ricciotti Italian Deli & Pastry
20 Upper Circular Road
B1-49/50 The Riverwalk
Singapore 058416
Tel: 6533 9060

Sunday, July 12

Break a leg at Brotzeit

I wanted July to come so badly because Diana was heading home for the weekend.

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An hour before we were supposed to meat meet up, I texted D my knuckle cravings and we trooped over to Brotzeit for Man Food. There aren’t many days when I have cravings for meat or pork for that matter … but pork knuckle (or trotters, sigh!) is something that lies exclusively out the Meat Hierarchy.

Hello, I miss you already! Come back soon.

Brotzeit German Bier Bar & Restaurant
252 North Bridge Road
#01-17 Raffles City Shopping Centre
Tel: 6883 1534

Thursday, July 9

Satsuma Shochu Dining Bar, Gallery Hotel

After Nagomi, I harboured a thing for smallish shoebox Japanese restaurants. Satsuma is a more done-up than Nagomi but it doesn’t have that hugeass chichi-atas emporium feel of Inagiku. The first and only Shochu *** specialty Japanese restaurant in Singapore, Satsuma sort of represents the idea of a Japanese gastropub.

*** Shochu is a distilled alcoholic beverage made of sweet potato, rice, barley, etc.

For starters, we had the monkfish liver, served it with scallions and grated daikon in ponzu sauce. I have been having quite a bit of monkfish liver lately. Ok fine, maybe twice in two weeks doesn’t sound like a lot but that’s two times more than what I’ve had in an entire lifetime.

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According to Chocolate & Zucchini, monkfish liver, or ankimo, is also known as le foie gras de la mer (foie gras from the sea). Though we can’t force feed monkfish, alleged overfishing has gained them a fair bit of notoriety.

Oh, the shame of enjoying liver!

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Something which most diners come here for is the kaki omuretsu (oyster omelette), a thin omelette with oysters and mushrooms folded within. With some foccacia, I could imagine this as a kickass omelet sandwich. The kaki omuretsu would have been awesome if the poor egg dish hadn’t been drowning in watery sauce.

In the Happily-Dysfunctional Family of Japanese food, Sumiyaki is the unloved child - sidelined for hugs and kisses and passed over for second helpings. Rarely do I seat up and take note of charcoal grilled items unless I specially visit a restaurant that pimps those sticks – like Satsuma.

What I totally ignored the pleas of my scratchy throat for:

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Gindara – I cod you in my arms.

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Beef short rib – in tender loving care.

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Pork cheek – should refrain from a bad cheeky joke.

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Scallop and prawn rolled with bacon – hit my soft spot for grilled scallops.

Chicken heart - overdone and shriveled, the muscular texture was sorely missed.

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Okonomiyaki - it’s a boy ball! No kidding. Though it looked nothing like a flat saucy savoury pancake, in essence (read: fine undeciperable mash with mayo and sweet sauce) it was unmistakably okonomiyaki.

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Chicken skin - if you fancy the feeling of fingernails across a chalkboard, you will like the chicken skin; otherwise keep them away from your (sore or not) throat.

The sumiyaki was pretty good, save for the liberal pinch of salt. I don’t know if my overly-high threshold for sugar came at the expense of a low tolerance for salt but my mind went, Mmm tasty, smoky but freakin’ salllllllllllllty, over most skewers.

Service was awesome though - I could really get used to have my plates changed many many times.

Satsuma Shochu Dining Bar
1 Nanson Road
#01-10/#02-10
The Gallery Hotel
Singapore 238909
Tel: 6235 3565

Monday, July 6

Saturday, July 4

Reason #138 Why I Love Home Parties

A gathering of friends

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That started out as a popiah party

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That got a little spicy with laksa

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A little fleshy with pork knuckle ...


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... and sausages

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Before sweetening the deal with Marmalde Pantry’s sticky date pudding, chocolate tart ...


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... and carrot cake with cream cheese frosting.


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Turn on the water works with Clowie’s favourite Zion Road cheng teng


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And get hands-on with Yang’s hummingbird cupcakes.

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Thursday, July 2

Absinthe, Bukit Pasoh Road

Not even vaguely athletic, I triple-jumped at the opportunity to try Absinthe when Kelvin organized dinner there. I’ve read pretty good stuff about it (for once, traditional and social media agree) so it surprised me when I didn’t enjoy the food as much as the rest of Singapore did.

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Was the bread warm? Yes.

Did you like it? I liked it enough to have one serving.

Rarely does a Menu Degustation intrigue me but the promise of lobster, foie gras and scallops made my mouth water.

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Ravioli de langouste Rafraichi, Sabayon au Citron Vert, Julienne de Goyave & Shiso
Chilled Ravioli of Lobster with Lime Sabayon, Pink Guava Julienne and Shiso

While the chunks of plump lobster cajoled and pleased, the rest of the dish didn’t quite do it for me. The “ravioli” skin was an unpleasant hybrid between a hargow skin and boiled cabbage. I don’t think the guava worked nor could I taste the sabayon and shiso. All I could taste was mayonnaise mayonnaise mayonnaise.

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Saint Jacques d’Hokkaido Emulsion d’Oursin et Salade de Fines Herbes
Hokkaido Scallop With Sea Urchin Emulsion and Small Herb Salad

Things looked a little sunnier with the pan-seared scallops, which was beautifully sear-glazed on the outside and rawish in the middle. The sea urchin emulsion was definitely working it for me though a couple others couldn’t detect anything. How odd.

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Foie Gras Poêlé, Blinis tiède et Compote d’Hibiscus Sauvage
Pan-Fried Foie Gras with Warm Blinis and Wild Hibiscus Flower Compote

Tucking into the pan-fried foie gras, I felt as if the Green Fairy had paid a visit. Like the scallop, the time my beloved foie spent on the pan was precisely timed, such that it was firm yet creamy.

Mains:

Saint Pierre Poêlé, Pommes Écrasées, Asperges Vertes, Beurre Blanc à la Vanille
Seared John Dory Filet, Crushed Potatoes Green Asparagus & Vanilla “Beurre Blanc”

Or

Noisette d’Agneau d’Australie, Piperade de Poivrons Rattes, Jus au Thym
Slow Cooked Australian Lamb Loin, Capsicum Piperade & Ratte Potatoes, Thyme Jus

The mains didn’t soound or look rave-worthy. I didn’t taste them but the despondent neighboring facial expressions said it all. A picture says thousand words and in the blogging world, a facial expression could be worth at least a blog post.

For an additional surcharge, I changed my mains to the roasted black cod and saffron risotto, hoping to relive the lovely memories of French Kitchen’s cod. Unfortunately, you could never fall back into a wonderful dream after waking up from it.

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Cabillaud Noir Rôtis, Risotto au Safran, Jus citronné à l’Aneth
Roasted black cod Saffron risotto and dill scented citrus jus

The cod was overdone so you wouldn’t be able to tell that it was one of those a fatty but cardiovascular-friendly fish. The saffron risotto had a light citrus broth, which was nice (not going to bother with the thesaurus) but very unrisotto-like.

The risotto wasn’t cooked to the point where the grains had released its starches, resulting in a creamy but al dente mob that I was hankering for. Think Teochew fish porridge versus Cantonese porridge: both are delicious but differently so. And Absinthe’s risotto was “Teochew fish porridge” and I was looking for “Cantonese porridge”.

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Parfait Glacé au Pralin de Noisettes, Salsa de Pommes Vertes et Raisins Secs
Praline Hazelnut Iced Parfait, Salsa of Green Apple and Sultanas

The praline hazelnut parfait was a velvety creamy treat, speckled with plump raisins. It wasn’t my dessert but I finished it. How very unsurprisingly unbecoming.

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Clafoutis Tiède de Prunes, Glace aux Amandes
Warm Plum Clafoutis, Almond Ice Cream

Having heard much about it, I wanted to try the plum clafoutis. I know it’s supposed to taste like a soufflé-cake but somehow it reminded me of a bread-pancake. It almost saddens me to say I didn’t fancy it because I love bread and pancakes - separately. People love Absinthe’s clafoutis so I guess I’m not a clafoutis person … although I do like saying it, Kla-Fo-Tea.

Situated on the edge of Bukit Pasoh Road, the restaurant cuts a vintage, old Parisian feel though it felt contrived, compared to say, Le Bistrot. There’s a fine thin line between smart and smart alec-ky service and Absinthe’s service tiptoes the latter category. With such scarily different reviews all over the internet, you should really try out Absinthe for yourself - but only if you are dying to do so.

Absinthe
48 Bukit Pasoh Road
Singapore
Tel: 6222 9068