We have taken to having a Starbucks coffee early in the am, and then stopping somewhere for breakfast later. Today, T was eager to try something at the food court in Bugis Mall. (Lets pause there a moment to reflect).
So we peruse what's on offer, and my very own garbage gut manages to find Tako Patchi Octopus Balls. For serious. I, on the other hand, locate an extremely refined Singaporean delicacy, J Co. Donut Shoppe, and score a "Black Forest Glazed" for myself. Not being satisfied with his current selection, T also request a Green Tea Glazed for the road. Check out this breakfast of champions!
Let the record reflect that these octopus balls were fried, donut-dough-battered pieces of octopus, with some extremely funky-smelling, papery-looking accoutrement-skin of an onion? Or sun-burnt, peeling human. Add on top of this a dallop of mayo for good measure.
From there, we walk to Little India. We get really sweaty, ogle the gold jewelry shops (complete with the middle-aged woman from Brighton, who is seriously considering whether a filigreed ankle bracelet is a good idea), and see an interesting Hindu temple. I get a good laugh at T taking of his shoes. Check out this look. The subtext says either:
A) L, I am doing this because I really love you, or alternately
B) I am doing this because if I don't, I think there is a good chance my wife will throw a fit.
Little India was enough to make us thankful that the continent-version didn't make it onto our itinerary.
We head to the mall afterward for a solid dose of air-conditioning. And return to my favorite Taiwanese noodle joint.
Editors note: It has been brought to our attention that the post dated March 2 inaccurately identified pork buns as being delicious. Having now eaten pork buns from a labeled menu, the writer retracts that statement. The ball of steamed dough, looking for all the world like a pound of proverbial flesh, was stuffed with spinach. And, said bun, was found under the dessert heading of the menu - go figure.
After all this culinary drama, T and I headed to a lovely, atmospheric expat-enclave around the corner from our hotel. I had a scrumptious Endive, Blue Cheese, and Walnut salad with a Chablis. T and I scrabbled the rest of the night away...
How were the authentic Octo-balls? The Octo-bomb? I tried them two weeks ago from a street vendor outside the yakitori hut. They were disappointing--not disappointing like I expected something tastier--but disappointing because while chewing I envisioned retiring from the lawsuit proceeds after biting into someone's discarded hair elastic. Alas, it was the octopus. Major letdown.
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TG here: I share your disappointment with the Octo-Bomb. Man seems pre-disposed to encasing food in dough and deep-frying it. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn't. The Octo-Bomb falls into the latter category. I was anticipating Munchins, with a little flair; instead, I got deep-fried rubber bands smothered in a blend of mayo and fish sauce.
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