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Showing posts with label indian. Show all posts
Monday, December 15
Friday, August 15
Charlene and Jeremy's wedding lunch at Rang Mahal, Pan Pacific Hotel
I love weddings and even more so when they involve my closet friends. Last Sunday, I was super psyched to join Charlene and Jeremy for their wedding lunch at Rang Mahal, Pan Pacific hotel. I was really happy to be invited to this informal wedding lunch that was shared only with family and close friends.
We can only met up every now and then since they are based in San Francisco, it is particularly heartening to be able to celebrate one of life's major milestones together.
Only picture of the wedding couple.
The bride wore her mother's gown. If there was one person among all my friends that I could imagine doing so, it would be her.
I thought the food at Rang Mahal was excellent and I was kicking myself for not taking notes of the dishes served along the buffet line. Thankfully, upon request and very promptly, the good people at Rang Mahal sent across the menu and made my life a whole lot easier.
Chutneys / papads (Spicy papadums, speckled generously with cracked black pepper)
Mango and turnip salad (tropical fruits given an Indian twist with a spices)
Fried moong and cashew nut (Crazy delicious, this was one of the dishes that made me sit up and go, “Whuutt”)
Other Salads:
Brown rice salad (Absolutely loved this nutty salad)
Dahi bhalla (Not a fan of this creamy starter, I’m afraid)
Artichoke pakoda (Fried food, how could I not enjoy this?)
Tandoori paneer tikka (Beware, stomach fillers)
Green salad
Green salad
Cucumber raita
Soup:
Tomato soup (Hmm ok. Nothing much to write home about.)
Vegetarian Main:
- Bharwan karela (stuffed bitter gourd)
Mushroom matter curry (KW – fan of fungi – enjoyed this, me not so much)
Amritsari bhindi (I don’t even like lady’s finges or okra but this deceptively simple dish was plain addictive. I could eat it as a movie snack. Not joking.)
Assorted plain, butter and garlic naans (Carbs, yummeh. I repeat, carbs yummeh.)
Makhani dal Jeera pulao (Aromatic and binge-worthy, found a big fan in Russell)
Dosa (My first dosa ever - a life-changing epiphany. I need to hunt down masala dosa. Hit me with your best shot if you know if any awesome ones.)
Non-vegetarian Main:
Kasundi mustard prawn (Loved loved loved this. Went for seconds.)
Murg makhani (Butter chicken, why hello there.)
Fish curry
Lamb biryani (Not much lamb to be found but still packed with flavour)
Pass Around:
Chicken Tikka (KW loved this but I very much preferred the butter chicken)
Dhokla (a sweetish savoury sponge cake)
Dessert:
Moong dal halwa (Got to be honest, I am not a big fan of Indian desserts)
Chenna payas (Ditto)
Fresh fruits (Can’t go wrong with freshly cut fruits and this was incredibly refreshing after a heavy meal)
Espresso kulfi (Kind of like coffee ice cream bars, which floats muh boat)
Coffee mousse (Another coffee dessert, which naturally makes me happy)
Food coma quickly ensued
Monday, July 9
LWAAC Weekend #27
Otherwise known as Last Weekend As A Couple Weekend.
Yes, I am being dramatic here... I'm also quite tired from playing The Waiting Game and it's almost as if the bub and I are going head-to-head on who can last longer.
Saturday saw an epically blah morning which had me yearning for my bed, despite the fact that I have been spending an unreasonable amount of time on it over the past few days.
But a girl - albeit a moody one - has got to eat and I knew the exact sort of lunch would get me back on my feet.
After which, I was pretty much insatiable, wiping out the ika tempura (which is more addictive than calamari on any given day) and phoenix roll (any sushi roll that combines both unagi and tempura prawns doesn't last long on my table).
It was obvious that I was past the hunger stage and threading on emotional grounds when a 2-berry muffin from Cedele was polished off within 20 minutes of us leaving Sushi Tei. Strange that while I'm a Cedele cake and bread person, I hardly go for their muffins.
Super moist, filled with tart raspberries and blueberries, and topped with a crumbly streusel crown, health food this is not but it did satisfy big time.
The theme was Bollywood Glamour, hence the three of us clad in purple. Decided noone would appreciate seeing a 39 weeks pregnant woman in a sari.
These days, photo booths are dime in a dozen but this company, Vivid Snaps, offers you a chance to print photos you took with your phone using wifi. Ingenious and so much more personalized!
On the menu: Indian food. Think chicken tikka, palak paneer and mutton rogan josh. My tastebuds love but my tummy loathes.
Speaking of the married couple, there they are! Sorry, pictures with the real peeps are with the pros. Well, not for for a day that went from lame to lamb in less than 18 hours =)
Come Sunday, I finally (finally!) made my way down to Franc Franc for an eyeful of decor delight. We circled around the store a few times, chanting,"This store is such a trap... such a trap because you feel like buying everything..."
It took us great restraint to leave with just two shopping bags filled eye candy dinner plates and a green (which incidentally reminds me of Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street) for the nursery.
Oh, as soon as I realised I wasn't going to deliver this weekend, I booked tickets to The Amazing Spiderman. It was just o-k. Andrew Garfield did more for me as Eduardo Saverin and the chemistry between the leads was kind of odd - as if they were first cousins or something. To be perfectly frank with you, I had the teensiest A2-poster-size crush on Tobey Maguire, who, in my not-so-humble opinion, nailed the role of Peter Parker.
Loved Emma Stone though; she can (still) do no wrong =)
Yes, I am being dramatic here... I'm also quite tired from playing The Waiting Game and it's almost as if the bub and I are going head-to-head on who can last longer.
Saturday saw an epically blah morning which had me yearning for my bed, despite the fact that I have been spending an unreasonable amount of time on it over the past few days.
But a girl - albeit a moody one - has got to eat and I knew the exact sort of lunch would get me back on my feet.
After which, I was pretty much insatiable, wiping out the ika tempura (which is more addictive than calamari on any given day) and phoenix roll (any sushi roll that combines both unagi and tempura prawns doesn't last long on my table).
It was obvious that I was past the hunger stage and threading on emotional grounds when a 2-berry muffin from Cedele was polished off within 20 minutes of us leaving Sushi Tei. Strange that while I'm a Cedele cake and bread person, I hardly go for their muffins.
Super moist, filled with tart raspberries and blueberries, and topped with a crumbly streusel crown, health food this is not but it did satisfy big time.
At Nadia's wedding
The theme was Bollywood Glamour, hence the three of us clad in purple. Decided noone would appreciate seeing a 39 weeks pregnant woman in a sari.
These days, photo booths are dime in a dozen but this company, Vivid Snaps, offers you a chance to print photos you took with your phone using wifi. Ingenious and so much more personalized!
On the menu: Indian food. Think chicken tikka, palak paneer and mutton rogan josh. My tastebuds love but my tummy loathes.
I guess Hotel Fort Canning is pretty new so they handed out feedback cards to each table. Probably irritated some statician big time but I really did think the decor was worth 3.5/5.
Bollywood dancers!
Speaking of the married couple, there they are! Sorry, pictures with the real peeps are with the pros. Well, not for for a day that went from lame to lamb in less than 18 hours =)
Come Sunday, I finally (finally!) made my way down to Franc Franc for an eyeful of decor delight. We circled around the store a few times, chanting,"This store is such a trap... such a trap because you feel like buying everything..."
Oh, as soon as I realised I wasn't going to deliver this weekend, I booked tickets to The Amazing Spiderman. It was just o-k. Andrew Garfield did more for me as Eduardo Saverin and the chemistry between the leads was kind of odd - as if they were first cousins or something. To be perfectly frank with you, I had the teensiest A2-poster-size crush on Tobey Maguire, who, in my not-so-humble opinion, nailed the role of Peter Parker.
Loved Emma Stone though; she can (still) do no wrong =)
Sunday, November 12
Muthu's Curry
Written after dinner last thursday.
Situated at Suntec City's Fountain Terrace, Muthu's Curry is a magnet for corporate souls waiting to spice up their lunch hour without resorting to the fire escape stairs; on the other hand, if you are someone who can't stomach spice, you will probably wish you had a fire hose at arm's length.
Whenever I first walked past Muthu’s Curry during lunch hour, the first thing that caught my eye my attention iwas the contemporary new-age set up of an old prominent name. The folks at Muthu’s Curry are definitely "keeping up with times". The interior design channels black sleekness, keeping a few jasmine garlands for good measure. And the waiters? Wired up with earpieces and armed with hand-held PDAs, they look more like secret agents, who had blown their covers.
The second thing you realise is how packed it always is, mostly with men dressed in various hues of blue shirts. Hmm, really now, do men wear any other colour? Oh well, I guess it’s not wise to wear white when you are eating curry.
For someone who prefers a 'clean unfussy' taste, I definitely wouldn't consider curry (be it Indian, Chinese or Japanese) on a normal basis. But today wasn't normal for I already had Japanese at Ichiban Boshi and I was "merely accompanying" Jimmy for second dinner. I say "merely" because let's face it, you think one person could have finished everything we ordered PLUS two baskets of papadum himself?
At Muthu's Curry, differing palates compromise as the menu offers the best of both North and South Indian cuisine. From the South Indian pages, Jimmy readily picked out the Masala Chicken. Not quite Bourbon On the Rocks, but something tells me this guy has been harbouring a secret desire to get his Masala on the Leaf. You would be too once you get a taste of this insanely delectable Chicken Masala, which should come with its own fan club application form.
Malai Broccoli Kebab
Despite being a broccoli nut, it is my first encounter with Broccoli Kebab and I was half expecting it to be served skewered. When the oven-roasted version arrived complete with charred tips arrived, I was hooked. On first bite, it was a little smoky and peppery, then I realized I had forgotten all about the Malai, which was served separately.
According to Wikipedia.com, the preparation of ‘Malai’ involves a long repeated process of heating unpasteurized whole milk, cooling and skimming off the thick yellowish layer of fat and coagulated proteins, which forms on the surface.
I’m guessing you would never have guessed this innocent bowl of Malai would require such ardous preparation. Well, neither did I. But dribble it over the oven-roasted broccoli for an unusual but welcoming change.
Butter Naan was man-o-man pillowy soft and it had such great ‘tear away’ quality. Though it was heart-stoppingly good with the Masala gravy, I had no problem eating it on its own. If I didn’t have sushi before this, I would have definitely ordered a second (and a very probable third) piece.
Yet another gut-satisfying carb brought to you by Flour, Yeast and Butter Productions.
Papadums were great too.. twist gently and the papadums shatter effortlessly.
Although we didn't order their famous fish head curry, every other table did so Muthu's Curry must be doing something right. I would love to return with a bigger company so that we can order more dishes and indulge in this office romance of a different kind...
Situated at Suntec City's Fountain Terrace, Muthu's Curry is a magnet for corporate souls waiting to spice up their lunch hour without resorting to the fire escape stairs; on the other hand, if you are someone who can't stomach spice, you will probably wish you had a fire hose at arm's length.
Whenever I first walked past Muthu’s Curry during lunch hour, the first thing that caught my eye my attention iwas the contemporary new-age set up of an old prominent name. The folks at Muthu’s Curry are definitely "keeping up with times". The interior design channels black sleekness, keeping a few jasmine garlands for good measure. And the waiters? Wired up with earpieces and armed with hand-held PDAs, they look more like secret agents, who had blown their covers.
The second thing you realise is how packed it always is, mostly with men dressed in various hues of blue shirts. Hmm, really now, do men wear any other colour? Oh well, I guess it’s not wise to wear white when you are eating curry.
For someone who prefers a 'clean unfussy' taste, I definitely wouldn't consider curry (be it Indian, Chinese or Japanese) on a normal basis. But today wasn't normal for I already had Japanese at Ichiban Boshi and I was "merely accompanying" Jimmy for second dinner. I say "merely" because let's face it, you think one person could have finished everything we ordered PLUS two baskets of papadum himself?
At Muthu's Curry, differing palates compromise as the menu offers the best of both North and South Indian cuisine. From the South Indian pages, Jimmy readily picked out the Masala Chicken. Not quite Bourbon On the Rocks, but something tells me this guy has been harbouring a secret desire to get his Masala on the Leaf. You would be too once you get a taste of this insanely delectable Chicken Masala, which should come with its own fan club application form.
Malai Broccoli Kebab
Despite being a broccoli nut, it is my first encounter with Broccoli Kebab and I was half expecting it to be served skewered. When the oven-roasted version arrived complete with charred tips arrived, I was hooked. On first bite, it was a little smoky and peppery, then I realized I had forgotten all about the Malai, which was served separately.
According to Wikipedia.com, the preparation of ‘Malai’ involves a long repeated process of heating unpasteurized whole milk, cooling and skimming off the thick yellowish layer of fat and coagulated proteins, which forms on the surface.
I’m guessing you would never have guessed this innocent bowl of Malai would require such ardous preparation. Well, neither did I. But dribble it over the oven-roasted broccoli for an unusual but welcoming change.
Butter Naan was man-o-man pillowy soft and it had such great ‘tear away’ quality. Though it was heart-stoppingly good with the Masala gravy, I had no problem eating it on its own. If I didn’t have sushi before this, I would have definitely ordered a second (and a very probable third) piece.
Yet another gut-satisfying carb brought to you by Flour, Yeast and Butter Productions.
Papadums were great too.. twist gently and the papadums shatter effortlessly.
Although we didn't order their famous fish head curry, every other table did so Muthu's Curry must be doing something right. I would love to return with a bigger company so that we can order more dishes and indulge in this office romance of a different kind...
Saturday, January 14
Mirchi
charl's 21st.
the first party of the year, for me, is always thrown by charl. being a january baby has left our missus with little to top.. except for last year's birthday and this year was no exception. dinner was held at a rather swanky 'mirchi north indian restaurant' at the esplanade.
in the midst of heart-thumping live music and cosy but elegant settings, we sent our digestive tracts on a real ride with lamb curries, chicken tandooris, butter chickens and an extremely pleasing basket of garlic, butter and fruit naans.
i am really getting old. i got charl voodoo doll keychains as they reminded me of her fascination with tim burton's oyster boy stories and a vintage looking necklace that i thought only she could pull off. well, let just say amongst her other gifts, there was a pink rubbery thing that resembled a bunny that didn't serve any purpose until batteries were inserted.arh, for the 21st birthday.. almost customary as hiring a stripper for your hen party. after dinner the rest headed over to Ministry Of Sound but my stamina was just not up to it and i still had packing to do..
i think people make too much a big thing out of the 21st birthday.. hotel parties .. club societal events..magic shows they aren't really my cuppa camomile tea.
in the first place, why are 21st birthdays so significant? why not 22? or 20?
the first party of the year, for me, is always thrown by charl. being a january baby has left our missus with little to top.. except for last year's birthday and this year was no exception. dinner was held at a rather swanky 'mirchi north indian restaurant' at the esplanade.
in the midst of heart-thumping live music and cosy but elegant settings, we sent our digestive tracts on a real ride with lamb curries, chicken tandooris, butter chickens and an extremely pleasing basket of garlic, butter and fruit naans.i am really getting old. i got charl voodoo doll keychains as they reminded me of her fascination with tim burton's oyster boy stories and a vintage looking necklace that i thought only she could pull off. well, let just say amongst her other gifts, there was a pink rubbery thing that resembled a bunny that didn't serve any purpose until batteries were inserted.arh, for the 21st birthday.. almost customary as hiring a stripper for your hen party. after dinner the rest headed over to Ministry Of Sound but my stamina was just not up to it and i still had packing to do..
i think people make too much a big thing out of the 21st birthday.. hotel parties .. club societal events..
in the first place, why are 21st birthdays so significant? why not 22? or 20?
Sunday, October 30
Banana Leaf Apollo
fire in the belly.
watching saturday night live now. oh lindsay lohan is on! someone's looking good.. scarily blond.. but anyone who can poke fun at herself is pretty sexy. don't you think so? haha..
banana leaf apollo at race course road.
in celebration of his birthday, jimmy treated family to lunch at this highly-acclaimed south indian resturant(just ask makansutra!).. what great timing since i have been meaning to do a south indian food aricle!
my obsession with trans-fat created futile resistence to these fluffy-fans of papadums
an unfamiliar fact to no one, south indian food is HOTSTUFF. haha.. be sure to watch your treshold for spice..
dad took to the hulking fish head with instant delight, nipping digging his way through the intricate network of fish bones. i myself too lazy to do so found comfort within the chicken masala. chicken-lovers listen up, the well-spiced chicken masala is a must-have and for the extra kick, use the masala as a dip for your papadum!
fish cutlet with its slightly charred aroma and crisp outer skin.
after all that spice, you eventually wash it alll down with a cold glass of lime juice. -pats tummy
ok if you are worried about the nutrition of indian food, apparently tumeric (a yellow spice which is used in just about every south indian dish) is can-cer-pre-ven-tive! floppingfingfingers, is that so!?! yar... -keeps a straight face.
ok, moving on before i can panned for being medically incorrect .. at banana leaf, the service was impeccable if i say so myself. the clad-in-pink-and-black waiters were personal and attentive.. while we were there, it felt like being a citizen of the world as apart from the locals, there were japanese, thais, caucasians and even africans customers- all bonded by our fondness and fascination with south indian food.
they say when you have fire in your belly, you are ready to fight with energy and determination for what you believe is right. well, in my case, the fire in my belly only caused a weak churning feeling in my tummy allllll day.
banana leaf apollo- visit only if your constitution does not fail you.
watching saturday night live now. oh lindsay lohan is on! someone's looking good.. scarily blond.. but anyone who can poke fun at herself is pretty sexy. don't you think so? haha..
banana leaf apollo at race course road. in celebration of his birthday, jimmy treated family to lunch at this highly-acclaimed south indian resturant(just ask makansutra!).. what great timing since i have been meaning to do a south indian food aricle!
my obsession with trans-fat created futile resistence to these fluffy-fans of papadums
an unfamiliar fact to no one, south indian food is HOTSTUFF. haha.. be sure to watch your treshold for spice..
dad took to the hulking fish head with instant delight, nipping digging his way through the intricate network of fish bones. i myself too lazy to do so found comfort within the chicken masala. chicken-lovers listen up, the well-spiced chicken masala is a must-have and for the extra kick, use the masala as a dip for your papadum!
fish cutlet with its slightly charred aroma and crisp outer skin.
after all that spice, you eventually wash it alll down with a cold glass of lime juice. -pats tummy
ok if you are worried about the nutrition of indian food, apparently tumeric (a yellow spice which is used in just about every south indian dish) is can-cer-pre-ven-tive! floppingfingfingers, is that so!?! yar... -keeps a straight face.
ok, moving on before i can panned for being medically incorrect .. at banana leaf, the service was impeccable if i say so myself. the clad-in-pink-and-black waiters were personal and attentive.. while we were there, it felt like being a citizen of the world as apart from the locals, there were japanese, thais, caucasians and even africans customers- all bonded by our fondness and fascination with south indian food.
they say when you have fire in your belly, you are ready to fight with energy and determination for what you believe is right. well, in my case, the fire in my belly only caused a weak churning feeling in my tummy allllll day.
banana leaf apollo- visit only if your constitution does not fail you.
Friday, October 28
Supper
supper night.
its past one and darr has just driven home.
darr picked me up from school over to upper thomson for supper and tonight really sums up your typical singaporean supper of minced meat noodles (bak chor mee), prata and tau huay.
darr took on the real deal featured here- minced pork mee pok while i opted for a mee sua soup version- comfort on a chilly evening.
after that, we hopped two doors down towards for the famous crispy prata house (still along upper thomson road).. funny how this is the first time i am having prata in months even though the prata house is like a stone's away from my place. i think having prata in singapore is a social event and be it breakfast, lunch or dinner cum supper, roti prata fills in just nicely...
best crispy prata in town!
google 'roti prata' and "indian pizza", "singapore's version of the french croissant", "a lighter denser version of the crepe" appears. though amusing, believe me you guys, got it all wrong. haha! prata da bomb- which darr has been craving for all week!
just dip me in curry and call me pleasure!
at the prata house, we were charmed by the savoury and the sweet- cheese and mushroom prata and prata bomb (prata filled with butter and some sweetener). tonight though the cheese and mushroom prata just did not float my boat.. for some very obscure reason.. perhaps because i was craving for something sweet after the noodles.
but my first encounter with a prata bomb was amazing! the spicy curry complimented the sweet slightly crisp flatbread. YUMYUMooo, and it goes without saying that i had my drug- teh halia (ginger milk tea) while darr had her ice teh tarik to soothe the curry-oomph.
oh i think the thomson beancurd is pretty good too.. they use brown sugar syrup instead of the usual damnsweet sugar syrup which would have overkilled. smooth and subtly sweet, we took some back to my place where darr hung out while waiting for the thunderlightening storm to subside.
my face aspires to be as smooth as the tau huay and not as round as the tang yuan.
see you in a week, darr! gives me just about enough time to detox.
its past one and darr has just driven home.
darr picked me up from school over to upper thomson for supper and tonight really sums up your typical singaporean supper of minced meat noodles (bak chor mee), prata and tau huay.
darr took on the real deal featured here- minced pork mee pok while i opted for a mee sua soup version- comfort on a chilly evening.
after that, we hopped two doors down towards for the famous crispy prata house (still along upper thomson road).. funny how this is the first time i am having prata in months even though the prata house is like a stone's away from my place. i think having prata in singapore is a social event and be it breakfast, lunch or dinner cum supper, roti prata fills in just nicely...
best crispy prata in town!
google 'roti prata' and "indian pizza", "singapore's version of the french croissant", "a lighter denser version of the crepe" appears. though amusing, believe me you guys, got it all wrong. haha! prata da bomb- which darr has been craving for all week!
just dip me in curry and call me pleasure!
at the prata house, we were charmed by the savoury and the sweet- cheese and mushroom prata and prata bomb (prata filled with butter and some sweetener). tonight though the cheese and mushroom prata just did not float my boat.. for some very obscure reason.. perhaps because i was craving for something sweet after the noodles.
but my first encounter with a prata bomb was amazing! the spicy curry complimented the sweet slightly crisp flatbread. YUMYUMooo, and it goes without saying that i had my drug- teh halia (ginger milk tea) while darr had her ice teh tarik to soothe the curry-oomph.
oh i think the thomson beancurd is pretty good too.. they use brown sugar syrup instead of the usual damnsweet sugar syrup which would have overkilled. smooth and subtly sweet, we took some back to my place where darr hung out while waiting for the thunderlightening storm to subside.
my face aspires to be as smooth as the tau huay and not as round as the tang yuan.
see you in a week, darr! gives me just about enough time to detox.
Thursday, September 22
Maharajah Boat Quay
mistress of spice.
many saffron- coloured middays ago, sheryl and i had indian food at maharajah boat quay. though i don't have it often, i do enjoy a hearty north indian meal where the flavours are usually more well-rounded and less harsh on the buds.
indian potato chips- papadums with a soury dip! our north indian spread
chicken kebabs i ordered- great tasting chicken wrapped in egg prata. right: fish masala
butter chicken and garlic naans were a potent mix.
thing about north indian food is that it is so unexpectedly expensive due to the herbs and spices that they use .. but nonetheless, it is a great cuisine to try out!
many saffron- coloured middays ago, sheryl and i had indian food at maharajah boat quay. though i don't have it often, i do enjoy a hearty north indian meal where the flavours are usually more well-rounded and less harsh on the buds.
indian potato chips- papadums with a soury dip! our north indian spread
chicken kebabs i ordered- great tasting chicken wrapped in egg prata. right: fish masala
butter chicken and garlic naans were a potent mix.
thing about north indian food is that it is so unexpectedly expensive due to the herbs and spices that they use .. but nonetheless, it is a great cuisine to try out!
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