Saturday, August 12, 2006
of connosieurs and kopitiams.
we eat anywhere and everywhere. kopitiams, hawker centres, food courts, fast food outlets, coffee joints, restaurants; literally, anywhere and everywhere. we have a similar penchant for local food, although i do crave ang moh food more than he does. but he likes starbucks coffee, so i guess in tt aspect we sort of even out.
yesterday i had a pasta craving - namely, pasta, meat and cheese, so we had tunch at coffee club; coz they had baked spaghetti bolognaise, which literally has everything i crave. and he had bangers and mash, which in spite of it's slightly vulgar name (okay, it's a generic term for sausages and mashed potato and inspite of the visual representation does not have anything to do with any part of the male anatomy or with any orgy situation), was kind of small and light (compared to my healthily large portion of pasta; i am a happy girl).
dinner i had at home; when ben decided he would wake up later, and coz diana was feeling frisky (in an 'i-want-to-go-out' sort of way; what were you thinking?), we decided to go get her and go out for supper/coffee.
well, it was a toss-up between both, but diana wanted coffee more than food. so after a certain amount of time spent on driving around (i.e. my bf's natural ability to repeatedly hor lan, such tt we end up passing tt siemen's building near the pie at kallang way at least 3 times even though our destination has no relation to tt building or tt particular location even), we decided to go check out the tcc at clarke quay. which probably closes at 5am, since its last order for food was at an amazing 3.45am.
diana ordered an oreo mocha frappe; ben ordered his usual blue mountain coffee, which i felt was too diluted to do justice to tt particular blend; and i had a raspberry tea freeze and tt strawberry mousseline thingy coz i also have a weakness for desserts. and for the next two over hours, we discussed issues from police entrapment to the chemical castration (tt is entirely my idea) of husbands who stray on their pregnant wives with evil money-grubbing prc students (in response to tt new paper article); the current situation in lebanon and even the intelligence of the british police (now vs. tt time where they accidentally shot tt brazilian guy to death).
in short, little different from our time in vancouver, where we sit around at starbucks after dinner till the time it closes discussing the differences in the law and the political system between singapore and canada, or where we are 'pretending' (at least in my context) to study at tt coffee joint near ben's place. both have really yummy iced caffe mochas. i don't understand why apart from starbucks, i cannot get a decent iced caffe mocha in singapore. oh, and the starbuck's venti here is pathetic. i miss the ventis of canada. those were really real ventis.
after conversation degenerates to a point where it's past 3, such tt our minds (or at least mine) have partially shut down and we are now flipping through wine & dine magazine articles, diana decides to eat rochor tau huey. so we prepare to leave, but the poor girl, unused to the even later hours tt ben and i sometimes keep (him more often than me naturally), decides tt she cannot stay awake long enough to survive the rochor tau huey experience for the night, so we send her home.
oh, and guess what babe? after we send you home at ang mo kio, we hor lan and end up travelling through serangoon, hougang, sengkang, punggol, and finally taking the tpe all the way up to changi before finding the pie route to come back to my place.
in ben's defence, he says it took him a grand total of 20 min from ang mo kio to find the pie.
i think there is definitely a much shorter way to get to the pie from ang mo kio, now isn't there?
oh, and we passed tt damn siemens building again on our way back from changi to my place.
before hor laning from the pie to the bke, ben was a little hungry, so we had supper at our fave after-hours hangout of al-azhar. and even though it's hotter, less cleaner and much less posh and comfy; there's something ultimately comforting about the food it serves.
i ordered plaster prata - the egg yolk was half-cooked, so it oozed out onto my prata and it tasted heavenly with the curry - and teh halia; ben egg prata and teh ping. and strangely, i find supper more substantive than coffee. it's not just tt it literally is; but rather, i find tt while coffee joints and restaurants are all well and good, in singapore there is a certain amount of frivolity attached to them. i find frills and decor and ambience while comfortable, innately and undeniably frivolous; nothing hits as close to home with me as the nitty gritty of outdoor kopitiams with cheap rich unhealthy and undoubtedly shiok singaporean food.
especially when it's with the one you love.
now playing: hotel costes - cafe de flor
yesterday i had a pasta craving - namely, pasta, meat and cheese, so we had tunch at coffee club; coz they had baked spaghetti bolognaise, which literally has everything i crave. and he had bangers and mash, which in spite of it's slightly vulgar name (okay, it's a generic term for sausages and mashed potato and inspite of the visual representation does not have anything to do with any part of the male anatomy or with any orgy situation), was kind of small and light (compared to my healthily large portion of pasta; i am a happy girl).
dinner i had at home; when ben decided he would wake up later, and coz diana was feeling frisky (in an 'i-want-to-go-out' sort of way; what were you thinking?), we decided to go get her and go out for supper/coffee.
well, it was a toss-up between both, but diana wanted coffee more than food. so after a certain amount of time spent on driving around (i.e. my bf's natural ability to repeatedly hor lan, such tt we end up passing tt siemen's building near the pie at kallang way at least 3 times even though our destination has no relation to tt building or tt particular location even), we decided to go check out the tcc at clarke quay. which probably closes at 5am, since its last order for food was at an amazing 3.45am.
diana ordered an oreo mocha frappe; ben ordered his usual blue mountain coffee, which i felt was too diluted to do justice to tt particular blend; and i had a raspberry tea freeze and tt strawberry mousseline thingy coz i also have a weakness for desserts. and for the next two over hours, we discussed issues from police entrapment to the chemical castration (tt is entirely my idea) of husbands who stray on their pregnant wives with evil money-grubbing prc students (in response to tt new paper article); the current situation in lebanon and even the intelligence of the british police (now vs. tt time where they accidentally shot tt brazilian guy to death).
in short, little different from our time in vancouver, where we sit around at starbucks after dinner till the time it closes discussing the differences in the law and the political system between singapore and canada, or where we are 'pretending' (at least in my context) to study at tt coffee joint near ben's place. both have really yummy iced caffe mochas. i don't understand why apart from starbucks, i cannot get a decent iced caffe mocha in singapore. oh, and the starbuck's venti here is pathetic. i miss the ventis of canada. those were really real ventis.
after conversation degenerates to a point where it's past 3, such tt our minds (or at least mine) have partially shut down and we are now flipping through wine & dine magazine articles, diana decides to eat rochor tau huey. so we prepare to leave, but the poor girl, unused to the even later hours tt ben and i sometimes keep (him more often than me naturally), decides tt she cannot stay awake long enough to survive the rochor tau huey experience for the night, so we send her home.
oh, and guess what babe? after we send you home at ang mo kio, we hor lan and end up travelling through serangoon, hougang, sengkang, punggol, and finally taking the tpe all the way up to changi before finding the pie route to come back to my place.
in ben's defence, he says it took him a grand total of 20 min from ang mo kio to find the pie.
i think there is definitely a much shorter way to get to the pie from ang mo kio, now isn't there?
oh, and we passed tt damn siemens building again on our way back from changi to my place.
before hor laning from the pie to the bke, ben was a little hungry, so we had supper at our fave after-hours hangout of al-azhar. and even though it's hotter, less cleaner and much less posh and comfy; there's something ultimately comforting about the food it serves.
i ordered plaster prata - the egg yolk was half-cooked, so it oozed out onto my prata and it tasted heavenly with the curry - and teh halia; ben egg prata and teh ping. and strangely, i find supper more substantive than coffee. it's not just tt it literally is; but rather, i find tt while coffee joints and restaurants are all well and good, in singapore there is a certain amount of frivolity attached to them. i find frills and decor and ambience while comfortable, innately and undeniably frivolous; nothing hits as close to home with me as the nitty gritty of outdoor kopitiams with cheap rich unhealthy and undoubtedly shiok singaporean food.
especially when it's with the one you love.
# posted by Kitana @ 8/12/2006 11:11:00 AM 
