Wednesday, November 28

Wan Hao, Marriott Hotel


Third dim sum meal in three weeks! People say, good things come in threes and I'm glad dim sum is not an exception to this rule. 


Wan Hao is one of those Chinese restaurants that has been around for god-knows-how-long. Despite its central location, there has never been an impetus to visit the old-timer restaurant till we had some Marriott Hotel vouchers to redeem. 


Though we had every intention of going ala carte, the $33++ Weekend Premium Dim Sum Buffet seemed like a great deal against the backdrop of lofty champagne and caviar brunches. 

But as the Chinese say, 一分钱一分货, you could take that money and walk 300 meters south for a more satisfying meal at Imperial Treasure. 


There is a decent selection of dim sum, led by its Eight Treasure Specialities. Quite sadly, their definition of "premium" stems from adding a cookie-cutter crabmeat-and-either-chicken-or-pork filling to every single damn item, which means every morsel tastes more or less like its predecessor.

Of course, I might sound a little harsh but in this day and age, when you don't have to travel very far or pay through your nose for really good dim sum, so one has to really step up to stay in the game. 

That's not to say the food was horrible. Nah, far from it but choose discernibly unless you prefer quantity over quality. 


Waiting on the table were some tau kwa and long beans, stir-fried in XO sauce, instead of your average peanuts.


From the Appetizer section, we only ordered the roasted pork belly that lived up to expectations - cracking skin, tender flesh with a goodwill layer of fat. 


Only the thought of our 18-week old and his chubby-chubb cheeks stopped me from ordering more. 


Among the deep-fried items of the Eight Treasure Specialities, I preferred the crab claw over the dense starchy dumpling. 


I also liked the vermicelli roll over the beancurd roll, which had sameish fillings but a crisper, lighter batter. 


As for the steamed items within the Eight Treasure Specialities, the fen duo above and dumplings below were fraternal twins in the taste department but I would hold out for the fen duo as it had a crunchier, cleaner aftertaste. 


Oddly (and I say oddly because I'm not even a fan of this much-loved soup dumpling) enough, the unpictured xiao long bao was pretty good. 


The premium version of the steamed siew mai was hmm-ok. 


We didn't order as many items from the normal aka non-premium dim sum menu, but whatever we ordered fared better than than their premium cousins. 


Fresh and bouncy, the har gow and siew mai were the good ol' favorites that we remember them to be. 


Though I'm biased towards triangular-shaped char siew soh, I've to admit Wan Hao's oblong offering was pretty good. However, it was served lukewarm which only made me pine for Imperial Treasure's shield of glory. 


I'll admit the Sichuan peppercorn crusted foie gras played a major role in our decision to go with the buffet. Though I didn't taste much of the Sichuan peppercorn, the foie gras itself was pretty decent. 


The deep-fried spare ribs, with a whiff of champagne, was delectable. 


Unfortunately, the muddy-tasting steamed sea bass was disappointing. 


The deep-fried prawn with butter and black peppercorn was not bad but moving on...


The only dessert available was the chilled pumpkin and sago soup, which would do one in with its assertive orange flavor. 


Of course you could also tuck into the salted egg yolk custard bun - the Asian equivalent of a molten chocolate cake. Expect a spontaneous whoop of delight as you gently break open the soft bundle and lap up its gratifying molten innards. Yes, it will get graphic - you have been warned. 

Overall, Wan Hao is decent but let's just say you won't find me jostling for a table in the near future. 

Monday, November 26

Weekend #47

It had been a quiet weekend as most of us at home leaned heavily towards one side on the work-life balance scale.

So tis was Thanksgiving week. While it was an occasion we didn't participate in, there was plenty of things to be thankful for.

I'm thankful the Mister didn't balk when I dragged him out of bed on a non-working Saturday for breakfast at Serangoon Food Centre.


Curry puff from PK Express plus black coffee maketh for my favorite breakfast. Like most days, I feel as if I can't get the day started without getting some grease in my system


I'm thankful for homely Japanese food.

Served on a stone pot, this baked beef curry rice means business - nap-inducing, food-coma delicious business.


I'm thankful for simple satisfaction aka grilled salmon head. It has been like what... 72 hours?


A steamboat dinner at my parents place makes me as happy happy as a clam. My tastebuds have clearly not evolved as quickly as it should as I helped myself to artificial crabsticks and mystery meatballs.


I will gladly lay off the expensive beef sukiyaki and abalone if you hand over the frozen CP shrimp wantons.

I'm also thankful for $2-heaven Daiso for allowing me to flex my DIY gift-wrapping muscles. That, by the way, was a farewell gift for our Swede guest, Alex.

The #1 thing on the list of 20 Things Life Is Too Short To Tolerate - People who bring you down. TRUE THAT.

Have you guys seen Veep? Not my favorite sitcom but funny enough. Try not to watch it around kids though as they drop the F- bombs like nobody's freakin' business.

Ok I'm starting to ramble...

Just if case you are suffering from a case of the Monday sky blues, we are less than a month away from Christmas!

Friday, November 23

Stickygram

Our trigger-happy world is separated by two groups of people: those who lug around their phat DSLR slash pro-sumer cameras, and others who heavily rely on their phone cameras slash Instagram.

Doesn't take a nuclear scientist to figure out which camp I belong to huh?

Inspired by Lady J herself, I made some Stickygram magnets for my family because we are seriously missing pictures of the bub at home. The ordering process was painless and the shipping turnaround was surprisingly short (free shipping, yo!).


Ta-dah! No prizes for guess what the common topic is.

Happy to pass on the love so email me if you would like the discount code. Have a great weekend ahead!

Wednesday, November 21

Yan Ting, St Regis

After a less than satisfying lunch at Silk (had more to do with quantity than quality), I was absolutely looking forward to my sister's birthday lunch at Yan Ting.

Our time at Yan Ting was surprisingly good. Well, much is to be expected from a five star hotel but after experiencing some lackluster service from The Supper Club, I kept my expectations in check. That said, service throughout our visit was impeccable and I regret not taking note of the name of our chin-length-bob, early-thirties female server.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my dear sister! You get to keep Russell aka the bub for 48 hours! Just kidding, sweetie. Kinda... 

Some reviews had less than flattering things to say about the food but I thought it ranged from okay-good to really-good.


Though the marinated beef shank was an appetizer, it arrived considerably later than the dim sum, thus getting lost in the wave of steamed and deep-fried goodness. Tasty and tender enough though. 


The roasted duck while tender lacked a crisp skin (the previous offering at Silk was hard to top) while the roasted pork was good but not great as it was too lean. 


Last I remembered, the pan-fried radish cake was reasonably crisp and filled with much turnip. Had to remind myself not to fill up on this. 


The har gow and siew mai were both really really good. Please curb your enthusiasm before you bite into this scaldingly hot hat gow (painful lesson learnt).


The siew mai, a delectable balance of pork, shrimp and black mushrooms... Oh, I would go back just for this!


The steamed cheong fun with shrimp was a real dark horse. Deceptively plain-looking, each roll consisted of plump, crunchy shrimp wrapped in crisp deep-fried lattice layer before being wrapped again in filmy rice paper skin. A wonderful play of textures... Hell yeah, I'll be back for this too.


Steamed pork ribs with black bean sauce - love chewing on the soft bones. 


I liked the crumbly crust of the char siew soh but it was served lukewarm - unlike the piping hot pies that consistently come out of Imperial Treasure's kitchens. Could have been a contender... What a pity!


Steamed chicken claw with black bean sauce - a stalwart for us, a first for our Swedish guest. 


Crispy beancurd roulette with shrimp and seaweed - six pieces, eight of us; two people had to sacrifice, obviously not me when it comes to fried food. 

There were a few dishes - xiao long baos, salted yolk custard buns and mini custard eggs tarts that I didn't snap pictures of; they were decent but not my personal favorites to begin with, thus it's difficult to get excited over them.


The one dish I really didn't enjoy was the braised claypot mutton - an odd-tasting muddle of neither-here-nor-there flavors.


For our carb dish, my sister ordered the KL Hokkien noodles with seafood that was tasty enough with noticeable amounts of pork lard (mmm). There wasn't much of that 'wok hei' aroma that would hurl one off to the backstreets - perhaps to remind you that you were dining at St Regis after all.


For desserts, there were a few orders put in for the mango pudding and mango pomelo soup. I guess they must have been okay-good as no one was raving much about them though they were polished off.

I only had a sip of my mum's almond cream soup (yummy) before succumbing to the the delicious and yes, piping hot red bean and banana fritters.


But of course, I didn't order dessert for one very good reason - my sister's red velvet buttercream cake!


I swear every time I see a red velvet cake, I think to myself, no big deal but every time I tucked into a red velvet cake made by her, I get a mouthful of eat-my-words and foot-in-mouth along with some cake. 


Hugs and kisses before the meltdown...


For some celestial reason, all the men,including the bub, were dressed in checks for lunch.


Check us out, Mummy... Let's make a Scottish quilt!

Monday, November 19

Maison Kayser's croissant aux amandes


For a French pastry, the croissant aux amandes is terribly unattractive. 

Apparently, it was originally made to get rid of unsold croissants and the second-fiddle treatment extended to its appearance - looks as if someone sat on, stood up and dusted him or herself before leaving the crime scene. 

The crosissant itself is a little bread-y and limp, weighed down by a delicious crumbly almond crust; a fairy dust of powdered sugar offered that nuance of sweetness. It tasted like a wonderful combination between a crumble and shortbread, perhaps even edging out the plain croissant or chocolate croissant for top spot in my books. 

I ate it right out the paper bag but I can imagine how devastatingly good it would be fresh out of an oven or re-heated in a toaster.

From one second child to another, Don't worry, you are in good hands. 

Friday, November 16

Brasserie Gavroche, Tras Street

The Monday before Deepavali, we decided to break away from our usual Japanese-or-dim-sum lunch. However, the idea of tapas (thanks to the recent mushrooming of such eateries) didn't sound nearly as appealing as French, which in turn led us to Brasserie Gavroche for some comfort, rustic grub.


The setting is unmistakably Parisian and the menu unwieldingly heavy. The French manager's service was at best serviceable but the polite service offered by the others made up for his aloofness. 


Not your average cheese puffs. Light and airy but rather forgettable.


The complimentary bread basket might look simple but the bread had a likable chewiness and sourish note to it. I could have polished off a couple more slices if I hadn't had second breakfast.

Tartine d’os à moelle
Bone marrow on toasted Poilane bread with garlic confit


In the sprit of trying something different, we shared the Tartine d’os à moelle for our starter. Dizzily creamy bone marrow, parsley purée (thanks Timeout Singapore) and sweet garlic confit lay humbly atop the "most famous bread in the world". I wouldn't say it's the most exciting or pleasing of flavours but like fermentation, with time, I could learn to love this acquired taste. 

The Mister decided to live life dangerously by applying more butter onto his toast - I wouldn't recommend doing so unless you have your insurance papers in place, yeah?

Côte de porc organique sauce charcutière et pomme purée
Organic pork chop with pickles sauce and mashed potatoes

Most restaurants tend to mess up pork chops, I guess with that in mind, we decided to go for broke and test the kitchen's prowess. Brasserie Gavroche's Côte de porc was one of the better pork chop dishes I've had but still lacking that make-me-eat-my-words factor. The smooth mashed potato, though, was exemplary.

Brandade de Morue
Salted Mediterranean cod with crushed potatoes and olive oil

The Fish Quenelle might be the Brasserie's signature item but I was concerned about its lack of texture so I went for another fish dish.

I will admit I googled Brandade de Morue before ordering it to make sure there weren't any surprises shocks. Browsing through a bunch of dishes that resembled a gratin, I thought to myself, what the heck, I'm not here for the usual escargot-duck-confit-and-profiterole repertoire. No harm in trying something i haven't unheard of. 

Surprising even myself, I really enjoyed it. Topped off with crusty breadcrumbs, the salted cod was mixed in with chunky potatoes and lightened up with a good dash of parsley and other seasonings. Homely but definitely not dowdy.

Tarte Tatin
Upside down apple tart with vanilla ice cream


We unequivocally agreed on the Tarte Tartin for dessert. This is what happens when you hear Manu Feildel repeat "Tarte Tartin" in his thick French accent one too many times on Masterchef Australia and My Kitchen Rules.

It was far from perfect but the missteps didn't stop me from scrapping the plate clean. I liked that it wasn't gum-cringingly sweet and a couple of snafus could easily take cover under that icicle-free creamy vanilla ice cream. Though I didn't mind the bitter undertones of the slightly burnt pastry, the softness of the apples was a little disconcerting.


Spongy Madelines infused with orange zest proved more delightful than any fancy smancy petit fours.