This is a rewind to our UK trip last year – that I never got around to properly writing up!
So, it’s fairly apparent from this blog that I like food. I like all kinds of food. I like the occasional super duper crazy expensive high end dining, and I also like the occasional trashy fast food. I don’t mind admitting that we sometimes eat at McDonalds (though I do draw the line at Hungry Jacks – now that shit is disgusting). Some evenings we eat really well – I’ll cook an elaborate feast that has taken hours in the kitchen – and other evenings it’s toast and canned soup. So it’s in that fast food vein that I present to you: MOS BURGER!
We spent most of our time in Singapore seeing friends, but one day we were wandering around the malls (as you do in Singapore) when we came across MOS Burger. We ate at MOS Burger only once in Japan, so we were very excited to see it! (more…)
Newton Food Centre is a major food centre that was first opened in 1971, and is widely promoted by the Singapore Tourist Board. Apparently it has a reputation for being touristy and expensive. We went there for dinner on our last night in Singapore, solely because I discovered that our hotel was just down the road.
The food stalls are set up in a horseshoe configuration, around a plaza full of table and chairs. We were obviously tourists, so pretty much as soon as we entered stallholders descended upon us, showing us pictures of their food. It was fairly confronting, but no match for some of the souvenir markets that we perused in Africa. For example, when we were at Victoria Falls, market holders kept putting items in our hands, almost begging us to buy them. “I haven’t sold anything in three days!” was a common plea. Annoying, but kind of funny, were the stallholders at Victoria Falls who asked, “Have you got anything to trade? Your shirt? Hat? Pens?” They seemed desperate for anything, to the point where one of our group traded his socks for a souvenir – socks that he had been wearing at the time.
After doing one lap of the centre (brushing off touts the whole time), it was time to decide what to eat! So we decided – and boy, did we get sold. I blame Alastair and his weakness for seafood. Seafood was a lot more expensive than everything else, and subsequently, it wasn’t a cheap meal. But what the hell. It was our last night and we enjoyed it!
Out came 2 HUGE garlic prawns. These prawns were beasts! The green balls near the head of the prawns were little limes. The prawns were nice and garlicky, and we washed them down with a big mug of beer.
We had chilli lobster, which were the smallest lobsters I’ve ever seen. They were about the size of the prawns! The chilli sauce wasn’t particularly spicy, and had a touch too much tomato sauce, but otherwise good.
We also had a $4 plate of char kway teo, because I wasn’t going to leave the country without eating some! Traditionally, char kway teo is fried in pork fat, and it tasted so fatty and delicious I would be surprised if pork fat wasn’t used.
After all this, Alastair still wasn’t done eating, so he bought some chicken and beef satay. When he returned to the table saying that he had to order a minimum of 10 sticks, I was worried that we wouldn’t be able to eat them all. Fortunately, they were just little bite size skewers. Nicely done too, smokey and a bit charred. Mhhhmm.
Oh, Singapore, so much food, so little stomach space.
On one of our evenings in Singapore, we caught up with a friend who lives there. We met him near his workplace, and ended up in a random Japanese restaurant in one of Singapore’s many malls. We had been starved of seafood during our trip, so I was looking forward to having some sashimi.
We ordered some edamame to share. It’s kinda fun stripping the soybeans from the pod with your teeth.
I had a beef and tofu meal. Mhmmm, it was good to eat tofu again. The meal set came came with the main tofu dish, plus a cup of savoury egg custard and watermelon.
The savoury custard was quite good, if you like that kind of thing. My eyes were bigger than my stomach though, and I didn’t finish my meal set because I had to save room for sashimi!
The sashimi came out last. On the plate was salmon, tuna and some other random fish that I can’t recall. The salmon was good, the white fish was okay, but the tuna was awful. So, so disappointing! The texture was all wrong, all gritty and strange. Ahh well. The evening was more about the company than the food, and at least that was good.
Gak! Has it really been almost two months since we got back from Africa? And I still haven’t finished posting all my photos. What a slacker.
The more direct route to South Africa is through Perth, but I was pretty keen to stop in Singapore on the way back (plus I’m not really a fan of Qantas). We only had two nights in Singers, but it was great! The pace was a huge change from Africa. I was especially happy about having a nice hotel to stay in, with a good bed and a great shower…. oh, it was wonderful. We didn’t do much in our time there. We caught up with a friend, did a tiny bit of shopping, and we visited the aquarium/underwater world. Alastair likes stuff like that. When we were in Spain a few years ago, we went to three aquariums. Three! What can I say, the man likes his fish.
We did also eat a bit of food while in Singers.
I had some congee during transit, while we were waiting for our flight to Capetown. I didn’t get any sleep on the plane and was SO tired and cranky (poor Alastair had to put up with my moaning!). The congee made me feel a little bit better. It’s such a comfort food.
And I had congee again at the end of our trip. Mhmm, congee. I really need to make it sometime.
Alastair doesn’t quite understand the congee thing so he had pancakes. Pffft.
In Chinatown, we ducked into a small stall and had some noodles. Alastair had dumpling noodle soup.
While I had beef. The meat was tender, however the soup wasn’t particularly flavourful. But it did cost S$4, so I’m not complaining.
Alastair fit some laksa into his stay. Twice. (I didn’t take a photo of his second bowl.)
But for me, my visit wasn’t complete without some chicken rice.
It was interesting being in Singapore having come from Jo’burg. Jo’burg has a reputation for being an unsafe city, while Singapore must be the opposite. We only spent one evening in Jo’burg, and we were advised that it was fine, but not to wander around at night. In Singapore, on the other hand, we walked through Little India around midnight to get to Mustafa, the 24 hour department store, and felt perfectly safe. So I don’t know if Jo’burg’s reputation is worse than the reality, but I do know that every house that we saw there was surrounded by razor wire or electric fences. Plus I read a South African Cosmopolitan – in amongst the usual stories about how to get a man, what to wear this summer, etc, was an article about what to do if you get car jacked. Hmmm! Perhaps there is some truth to the stories.