A Reviewer's Lament.
As I capriciously consider the compounding confluence of my constant consternation, I lament the meaning of contentment and consider the congested and cogent considerations of my cognitive castrations. Food is not contentment.
In fact, forcibly and frightfully, food are for fools who feed on the many facets and flavors and freshest fervor for fatiguing fragrances and frothing fermentation of fat, fried, flamb'ed feasts in functions and forms in foreign intestinal fornication.
Alas. All is asunder.
R2D2 Strikes Back!!!!!!!
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I'm a Jedi! I'm a Jedi! I'm a Jedi! I'm a Jedi! I'm a Jedi!
Pu Tien - I Am A Happy Chinese Man
I AM PRETENTIOUS!! OH YES I AM!!
Jalan Tua Kong
As my age loses ground on me, I realize that there is a need to be a "regular customer," at a certain place at a certain time, to go to a place where someone knows your name, where everyone stays the same, or at least it sounds something like part of a song from a television show.
I would severely recommend the noodles at Jalan Tua Kong except the fact that the lady always looks like she doesn't want my business, and its always crowded and hot, and the noodles are slightly over priced. BUT noodles are done al dente and quality is high.
Sigh.
A quandary people. QUANDARY! I MUST PROTEST!
TRIBUTE
You too Carl's Jr?
The missus and I decided to do something different today, so instead of sitting in front of the television after work, we decided to park our royal behinds in a movie theatre for a greater cost - To enter into the spiritual realm that is Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen Jr, The Edge and Bono, collectively known to the minions as the legendary Irish super rock band U2; who allegedly has a stereoscopic recording of their concert in Buenos Aires where they rocked out in cool 3D vision titled: (see alphabets and numbers in picture).
Unbeknownst to none, if my life had a soundtrack, there would be only 2 bands allowed to play my life songs, one would be the greatest British (I say the world) band of all time, The Beatles, and the other would be U2, but you must be thinking "This is a food blog, what does U2 have to do with food?"
Thus my imaginary and profound response would be "Why are you reading my blog?"
We had Carl's Jr for dinner today and I really just have to say a couple of things: Carl's Jr was a place I initially endorsed but I have to say that every time I go there for a meal, my tummy screams in a Will Ferrel voice "Why the hell are you torturing me? What have I ever done to you but move your bowels?"
And U2 rocks.
Kenny Kenny Kenny
Whatever you might think, these companies do follow a simple Kenny Roger's philosophy which can be best described in a song called "the gambler,"
"You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, Know when to walk away and know when to run. You never count your money when youre sittin at the table. There'll be time enough for countin when the dealins done. "
See you at Kenny Rogers!
Chain Smoking
A Dome in A Bush is Better than None.
My Letter to Raffles Hotel's Long Bar
With all due respect, serving duck liver for Thanksgiving is like serving Spaghetti Bolognaise to my bi polar grandmother for reunion dinner during Chinese New Year. She will look at it, smell it, then throw it across the room and cry because her kids and grand kids are so stupid for serving spaghetti during Chinese New Year and then start laughing at us because of the idiots that we have become.
Regards,
Obtuse Gourmand
Recession Advice Part 127
Yes, that's right. You heard me. Eat at old markets. In fact, if you can't sleep at night and you're feeling hungry in the east, go down to Bedok North block 85 and eat something cheap. You have noodles, satay, carrot cake, hokkien mee, porridge, the works. And its probably cheaper if you're broke.
Rumors are rampant that elections might be coming up in Singapore pretty soon or later or never; and when you do meet your area MPs or when you meet representatives at a PAP rally, or when they come to your house and try to solicit your vote, ask them this: " What is your stance on keeping old markets in Singapore alive?" And I think you should base your decision to vote based on this proposition. And purely this. Because if there are no old markets, where will poor people like us eat?
Keep Hope Alive. Keep Old Markets Alive!
Yes We Can! Say it with me! Yes We Can!
Can you dig it?
JUICE
Take a copy and read it. Its all about food and wine. Really.
Did I tell you that this magazine can be best described in 3 words? Hint: Its on the cover.
Thoughts on Miele's Top 10 Asian Restaurants
Delighted because I have been to 4 of the top 10, disgusted because the guy that sells me my 30 cent curry puff at the MRT station is not on that list.
There is no justice in this world at all.
Ask yourself this while you read the lists, " Where's the Puff?"
The Secret Lives of Ducks and Pigs ...
Phallic Snacks I Often Put In My Mouth
DTF
But I think I have found another better dumpling place. Hint: It's in Chinatown.
Would I go back again? Of course.