My kind of town

My regular readers will know that Singapore is my kind of town - well, my kind of city, island, state and country really, to give this wonderful place its due.  I'm conscious of the fact that I haven't shared very many pictures with you over the blogging years, but that is about to change.  I was lucky enough to have secured the services of an ace photographer a couple of weekends ago - the lovely Saffron, eldest daughter of the equally lovely Chris, so we took the lid off the convertible and went on a photographic spree around the sights and delights of Singapore, armed with a bagful of fancy lenses.

Those of you who have seen my own photographs, mostly taken with my trusty iPhone, will have gained some idea of what life is like here, albeit a blurry sort of idea, but this blog is now going high def!  Saff's new camera is a beast of a thing, a wonderful Canon digital SLR - so join me now in marvelling at its - and her - abilities.

View from the piano balcony 

First up, the divine Divine.  The Divine is a wine bar in the most amazing, art deco inspired building in Singapore, called Parkview Square.  The name does nothing to describe either the outside of the building or what awaits you inside.  The ground whole of the ground floor is devoted to the wine bar, which, as you can see, is a complete homage to art deco style.  The wine chiller is gigantic (it's the thing that looks like a huge church organ in the photo below) and is reached by a waitress, dressed like an angel, who is hoisted up to the right the right level to access the bottle of your choice.  Really.  I'm not joking. Honestly.  If you don't believe me, have a look at the video link below.  In fact, have a look at it anyway.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75UWIVU4a6


If you live in Singapore, or are thinking of visiting the Divine make sure you go in the evening, as the flying angel waitress persons don't take flight till night.  As the ceiling is 15 metres high, and the wine chiller is 3 stories high, you may have to wait a moment or two for your drink to arrive.  The details are absolutely spectacular - like the bronze plaque at the bottom of this post.  Not surprisingly, the Parkview was the most expensive office building in Singapore when it was built as the last major project of a Taiwanese tycoon.  He wanted it to be imposing and monumental, yet stylish and elegant.  In my view, he succeeded on all counts.  Make sure you have a look outside as well, in the central plaza, on which a huge amount of attention to detail has also been lavished.  To my mind, this is more classical in nature and features a number of statues of famous people from the world of the arts, science and politics - Mozart, Dali, Picasso, Plato, Shakespeare, Lincoln, Plato, Dante and Einstein to name just a few.

The wine chiller

I'm conscious that It's been a while since I shared a film review with you in haiku form.  I've see a few movies recently (sorry, Steve, I quite liked Black Swan) but nothing reached out, grabbed me by the throat and insisted that |I review it in seventeen pithy syllables.  Last night though, I went to see Red Riding Hood - one weird film idea - which inspired me to comment.  So here goes. 

What were you thinking
Julie Christie, Bella's dad
Amanda Seyfried?

And there you have it - all that needs to be said on the subject.  Bella's dad, by the way, is the actor who plays the police chief in the town of Forks in the Twilight films.  And yes, Steve, I liked those too (apart from the second one, which was pants).

A few of my favourite things

It is Saturday morning and the lovely Chris is still abed, so it's just Lola and me, a cup of coffee and the chance to catch up on some blogging before he gets up.  I'm usually the one still zizzing at 7.45 on a Saturday, but not today, so my faithful readers will get the benefit of my early morning musings.  Lucky you.  In fact, you are doubly fortunate, as the PC on which I am writing was almost an ex-PC a couple of nights ago, when I managed to spill a glass of wine (a nicely chilled Kumeu River Chardonnay if anyone is interested) all over the keyboard.  Shock, Horror, Drama!  As it turned out, all was well, apart from the "c" key needing 24 hours' convalescence before getting back to work.  It's amazing how often you need to use c when writing and jolly irritating when you have no choice but to replace it with a k, thus making yourself look kompletely dyslexik, or else very bad at spelling.  Not sure which is worse.........


I'm sticking with my theme of Chinese New year for the first part of this post, and I also want to share with you some of my favourite places in Singapore - possibly even with a blurry photo or two.  One of the disadvantages of the iPhone is that it has a camera, so I never take the real thing with me any more when I am out and about.  Well, I say it has a camera, but it's not much cop really.  A positive blessing when you want a soft focus shot, but less effective when you're after some nice sharp definition or if you're taking photos when it's dark.   


The first is a picture of Yu Sheng (pronounced Ee Shung), which is a raw fish salad that is only eaten at the time of Chinese New Year.  I wrote about this a couple of years ago, but there was an article in today's paper which gave some new insights into its origins, so I thought I'd refresh the Yu Sheng story.  While the basic idea is Cantonese in origin, the dish is largely peculiar to Singapore and the story behind this is quite interesting - although it has very little to do with tradition and a lot to do with commerce.


Yu Sheng was basically the invention of four young chefs in the sixties.  They were having lunch at a hawker stall and saw the seller put together a dish (which sounds pretty disgusting when you read the description, but they obviously saw the potential).  The newspaper article tells the story like this:


"The four friends watched the fish porridge seller slices off pieces of swordfish.  On the raw fish slices, finely sprinkled with the black dust of vehicles driving by the Chinatown alley, the hawker scattered some chopped carrots and pickles.  He then drizzled some lime juice on it.  Customers then drenched the dish with vinegar,oil and sugar before slurping away.  There were houseflies swarming around the fish, and also smoke and dust because of the cars and motorcycles. It was bad ". 


It sounds hard to resist, I know, but as I said, they saw the potential, tarted it up and started selling it in their restaurant.  The modern dish still contains raw fish  - usually salmon, but sometimes jellyfish - and carrots, as well as julienne strips of bizarrely coloured vegetables, crushed peanuts, sesame seeds and little hollow square crisps, representing moneybags.   The whole thing is drizzled (I say drizzled, it's more like drenched) in oil and a sweet sauce, before being tossed using extra long chopsticks, with everyone at the table taking a turn, trying to toss the salad as high in the air as possible to the accompaniment of shouts of "Lo Hei" - an auspicious greeting. 


Yu Sheng is a big thing - not only on restaurant menus at New Year, but at all manner of formal dinners and official functions.  It seems that it has even been suggested as a Singaporean national dish - and all from such humble beginnings.  Apparently there have been attempts at a fusion version of Yu Sheng, by including pig's trotters, for example.  That is such a bad idea that I can't bring myself to say any more on the subject.  Well perhaps just one thing - Yeeurgh!

While I really like some of the components, I find the whole thing a bit sweet, so I'm tempted to try my own version, with lovely smoked salmon, shredded vegetables and crunchy things.  Watch this space for Yu Sheng reborn.


Some friends are coming to visit this coming weekend, so we will be introducing them to the delights of Yu Sheng at the Tanglin Club. These particular friends have been to Singapore before, but it was some time ago and they will notice some big changes.  One of the changes falls into my list of favourite things about Singapore - the boutique hotels that have sprung up over the last few years.  We stayed in one of them, the Scarlet, on Valentine's Day last year and we tried another of them, the Wanderlust, for Chris's birthday in December.  We took a room - it was called the Rusty Typewriter - and invited some friends for champagne and nibbles there before we all went down to the restaurant for dinner.  The restaurant is called Cocotte, and serves what it describes as rustic French food in a communal dining style.  This basically means that you can order large plates of things for the whole table - a bit like the way that Chinese food is served.  So, now to make you salivate; hopefully an easy task as the food was downright delicious.  We began with most of the starters on the menu - a bit like that scene in Pretty Woman when Richard Gere tells Julia Roberts over breakfast " I didn't know what you'd like so I ordered everything".  Talking of Pretty Woman, is it just me, or is that scene where she is wearing black undies under the hotel bathrobe and he hoists her up on to the piano keyboard one of the sexiest movie scenes ever?  It's in my top three.  The other two are the kitchen floor scene in 9 and 1/2 weeks and the one where Patrick Swayze  and Jennifer Grey dance together in his room before they go to bed together for the first time........


Moving on, and back to dinner (but that digression was fun, wasn't it?), we had:

• Homemade pork rillettes
• Pissaladiere
• Chicken liver mousse
• Fried tripe.  Well, obviously I didn't have any of this, given my food foibles, but those who did pronounced it utterly delicious. It was very un-tripey, which probably explains it, slow cooked until tender, dipped in breadcrumbs and then fried.  A sort of tripe goujon, I suppose.   
• Pig's trotters - thankfully served off the bone, and turned into little crispy medallions.  Again, not for me, but everyone else said "yum".
• Escargot gougeres.  Now I'm not normally a fun of the snail, but these were served as little profiterole sized choux buns, each containing a super garlicky buttery snail.  So garlicky in fact, that I suspect they were reared on a diet of garlic, and probably nothing else.
• Mussels in cider cream sauce

And those were just the starters.  We moved on to steak tartare - a tricky dish to eat communally, but we managed - the most glorious roast chicken I have ever eaten, roast pork collar, which was meltingly delicious and cooked in a creamy Dijon mustard sauce, beef Bourguignon and navarin of lamb - and then cheese, followed by a cholesterol test for everyone before they left the restaurant.  To be fair, we passed on dessert, but only because a friend had given Chris a birthday cake, which we managed to polish off with the coffee.   Here is a picture of the Wanderlust hotel, and one of me in the room taking a picture of myself in the mirror. I know that's a bit poncey, but it's a designer hotel after all, so I must have been channelling the vibe. 

More of my favourite things about Singapore in posts to come.  I hope this will keep you going for a while.  Thank you to those of you who wrote to tell me that my haiku on the prawn made them laugh.  Here's a haiku on hotels:


Just a place to stay?
Much more than that if well done
Like the Wanderlust.


A bientot.

More food for thought

Singaporeans love a bargain, and they love to eat, so the factory outlets that sell foodstuffs are pretty popular.  The lovely Chris and I are partial to a spot of fish, so yesterday we popped off to the Fassler outlet in Woodlands.  Woodlands is in the north of the island, very close to the causeway to Malaysia.  Woodlands is very different from where we live, in central Singapore.  Its development started in the seventies and it has grown into a huge neighbourhood, with lots of high rises, but also lots of green space.  It's not for me, but it is popular with a number of expats, because  the American school is there.  It was pretty popular yesterday too, but there wasn't an expat in sight, apart from me.  When we decided to go, I had forgotten that we are just 10 days away from Chinese New Year and it hadn't struck me that Fassler would be any busier than on a normal weekend.  What was I thinking?  Turning into the street should have been the first clue.  Fassler is one of a number of outlets in the same street, but parking is not usually a problem.  Yesterday though, there were coaches parked along the length of the street, which had transported hordes of Singaporeans shopping for their Chinese new Year dinner.  


Normally, I am in and out of Fassler in 15 minutes  - 10 minutes to shop and 5 minutes to pack and pay.  This time, though, there were 50 people in front of me in the queue and only two tills operating (double the number of a normal trading day).  Think Oxford Street on Christmas Eve.  If anyone from Fassler reads this, can I suggest you hire in some temporary labour for the run up to CNY?  


I was very tempted to abandon my basket and go home, but apart from the fact that it took ages to get there because our sat nav wouldn't play the game - it seemed to think we were walking there and kept giving us completely inappropriate routes - I needed some of the stuff I was buying to cook dinner that night.  So I stuck with it, got chatting to my queue neighbours and had as good a time as you can have when you are stuck in a queue for 50 minutes without a phone (I had stupidly left it in the car and I had no idea where Chris had managed to park), a book, or any stimulation apart from a basket full of frozen fish. 


The dinner, though, was a great success, so it was all worth it in the end.  We had prawn and pomelo salad  - a personal favourite - salmon fish cakes made with salmon belly, followed by Nigella's sticky chocolate pudding.  I'm not really a pudding girl, but this was dead easy.  It's the first time I've ever made it, but I'll definitely do it again.  Using salmon belly was a first for me as well, and it was amazing.  The belly is much juicier than the centre cut fillets I usually buy and it produced the yummiest fish cakes.  Once CNY is over, I'll definitely go shopping for more.


Here's a recipe to get your taste buds tingling:

Prawn and pomelo salad

• 1 large pomelo - I don't know how easy these are to find outside Asia, but you could try using a couple of pink grapefruit instead.  Keep the shells and serve the salad in them.
• 200g cooked prawns - peeled and de-veined.  I like to use big ones and chop them into 3 or 4 pieces, but leave a whole one for garnishing each serving
• a handful of chopped dry roasted peanuts.  You can use almonds or hazelnuts instead if you prefer, but it is important to toast the nuts in a dry frying pan to maximise the flavour
• a handful of chopped fresh mint leaves and coriander 
• 2 tablespoons finely chopped shallot or red onion
• 3 tablespoons of Thai fish sauce, mixed with 3 tablespoons of lime juice.  Most recipes call for a bit of sugar in the dressing, but I leave it out
• 2 tablespoons of dry roasted grated coconut
• some finely chopped red chillis - as much or as little as you like

Make sure you leave all the pith behind when you get the fruit out of your pomelo (probably a bit harder with a grapefruit, but worth the effort).  Separate the segments out into little bits, with your hands or a knife, add everything else except the nuts.  Toss it all together and add a sprinkle of nuts to the finished article.  Enjoy!

My friend Steve is not a fan of the nut of the coco, and you can of course leave out the coconut if you like, but it won't be the same.  I feel a haiku in praise of the prawn coming 0n.

Strange little pink thing

Delicious with pomelo

And with mango too.

Food for thought

The New Year is off and running - halfway through January already - and the lovely Chris pointed out to me yesterday that I had not published a post since October. He's right of course, and while I was thinking "Easy for you to say", it did bring me up short and make me put finger to keyboard this morning.
You're probably thinking that I write a lot about food in this blog, and you're not wrong.  Well, we live in Singapore after all, and food is one of the two favourite national pastimes, the other being shopping, as demonstrated by the queues outside designer shops and the world's highest handbags per capita ratio (I'm guessing about that statistic, but it's probably pretty close to the truth).


On the food front, let's start with last night's dinner.  TLC and I were shopping near Orchard Road, browsing in Park Mall (one of Singapore's older malls, and very different from the new kids on the block, but full of really interesting furniture shops if you're interested in modern design) and decided to have dinner out.  There was a food court, as with all shopping malls, but it was Friday night and we fancied something with tablecloths, so we looked around and came across that rarest of eateries, a vegetarian Chinese restaurant.  Given my previous experience of Chinese vegetarian food, I was dubious, and a couple of  thoughts sprang to mind - it's a normal Chinese restaurant, but run by a vegetarian; it serves vegetarian food alongside the chicken feet; it serves vegetables - but I was wrong.  In fact, the Classic Lao Di Fang Vegetarian Restaurant, to give it its full name, was a revelation.  Nothing on the menu was made from meat or fish, although most things looked as if they were.  


We had three different dim sum to start.  The dumplings were delicious but the pretend pork in the barbecue pork buns was disappointing.  We also had vegetarian Peking duck, which was an interesting experience.  As we were munching, a thought flitted through my head, as thoughts are wont to do.  Why is it still called "Peking duck" and not "Beijing duck"?  


Among other delights on the menu were:

• Vegetarian fish soup
• Marmite with spare ribs (honestly)
• Shark's fin and crabmeat

and my absolute favourite - crispy suckling pig.  Excellent fun, but if you want really delicious vegetarian food in Singapore, head for Little India.  

The scene of the slime crime

At the other end of the food spectrum was New Year in France. France is about as vegetarian friendly as China, I reckon, but we did have a wonderful New Year's Eve dinner with friends in a restaurant called Gayda.  New Year's Eve is a big thing in France, with most people organising a great big dinner at home with friends.  The meal typically features oysters, as did the New Year's Eve menu at Gayda.  Bizarrely, given my horror of all things slimy on the food front, I'm pretty partial to oysters, but two of our guests were not, so I phoned up in advance to ask if they could have something else.  The staff are lovely, and told me it would be no problem.  One of our guests was French, and so not at all  fazed when the replacement for the oysters turned out to be duck tartare!  Our other friend decided to pass on that course, but the duck tartare got picked up by the rest of the table (apart from me) who pronounced it utterly delicieux.  The meal was fabulous, in fact, as was the whole evening.  Dinner was followed by dancing and when our taxi arrived at 1 am, we were the first to leave.  I must be getting old.........

The BIG Easy

Hi, y'all.  The lovely Chris and I have just returned from a trip to the Big Easy, aka New Orleans, so if I come over all Southern from time to time in this post, I hope you will forgive me.  I'm not sure how  many of you have been there, but it's quite some place, especially if you like to party.  This was Chris's first trip, and my second , although my first trip was more years ago than I care to remember.  In between, of course, there was Katrina, which devastated the city, but fortunately barely touched the French Quarter, the historic centre and tourist magnet of New Orleans, a part of which is pictured below.  There's so much to tell in this post, that I'm not quite sure where to start, so I'm going to go with some themes, the clue to the first of which is in the title.

My regular readers will know that I like to have some fun with the titles to my posts and the message in this one will be clear to anyone who has visited New Orleans, or probably any other

city in the U.S. recently.  This is America's "obesity problem" come to life.  Now I'm no skelf (my Scottish friends will know what I mean - the rest of you will have to Google it) and I spend much of my life in Singapore - where most of the women are a U.K. size 6 and I'm a 14 - feeling outsize,  but I felt positively petite in Nawlins.  It was especially noticeable in restaurants, and I'm talking about the waiting staff as well as the diners, but when you consider the food that's generally on offer, then it's not such a surprise.  One example: New Orleans is heaven for seafood lovers, even though the BP oil spill created a huge problem for the Louisiana fishermen, and while you can find oysters served raw, it's much easier to find them fried, largely because it's much easier to find everything fried.  Now, as a native of the land of the fried Mars Bar, you may be thinking pots and kettles, but trust me on this, New Orleans  could teach Glasgow a thing or two about turning its population into heart attacks just waiting to happen.  Consider the example below.

It took Chris and me just a couple of meals to realise that ordering only one course each was the way to have any chance of finishing what we had ordered; in some places, just one starter each was plenty, but this approach is not common in the Big E.  This is a photo that I took of the table next to us one evening.  Unfortunately, because I took it from above, you don't get the full impression of how high this tower of fried seafood is, but I'd say over a foot.  The people beside us had ordered one platter for a table of four and couldn't finish it, but some tables around seemed to be ordering one per person!  Scary.  New Orleans has a great reputation for food, and there are some specialities that are worth trying to experience the local Creole cuisine, which is a blend of many different influences.  Beignets are a sort of fried doughnut, very popular served with cafe au lait, Po'boys and Muffulettas are sandwiches, the former made with a baguette and feature  fried oysters, shrimp or crayfish.  Jambalaya is a sort of stew with seafood and rice and gumbo is a soup made with similar ingredients.  There is nothing light about this cuisine!

As we were taking the photo, we got chatting to the people at the next table – a couple from New Orleans and their friends who were visiting them from Australia - one of whom turned out to be the person who developed the concept of “apparent temperature”.  Now I’d never heard of this before, but I have experienced it, especially since moving to Singapore.  The apparent temperature is a “measure of relative discomfort due to combined heat and high humidity”.  The person who put this together is one R.G. Steadman (Bob to his friends), who is also the author of the wonderfully titled “The assessment of sultriness”.  Sadly, this turns out not to be about how to compute your own vamp rating, but it is worth a read nevertheless, particularly if you live in the tropics (or New Orleans).  Bob, if you read this, thank you for pointing me in the direction of your work.  You are a true gentleman.

So, moving on to my second theme, as well as eating, the other thing that is really noticeable about the New Orleans way of life is drinking.  In most cities in the U.S. it is against the law to drink outside, in New Orleans, it's positively the norm.  Most bars serve drinks (Margaritas and Daiquiris are especially popular) in big plastic takeaway cups and everywhere you go in the French Quarter you see people sipping away.  Since many of the bars are open 24/7, you see this a lot!

Of course New Orleans has other attractions, like some wonderful architecture, most of which was fortunately untouched by Katrina, the hurricane that wreaked havoc on the area just over 5 years ago. The tour we went on covered the lower 9th ward, the area of New Orleans that was worst affected by Katrina, as well as the architectural beauties of the French Quarter and the Garden District – and what a contrast.  While everything in the latter areas is ship shape and flourishing, much of the damage that was done to the lower 9th ward, which was absolutely devastated by the flooding, has not been rectified.  Houses with holes cut in the roof (to let the residents out when the emergency services came to rescue them) are slowly rotting where they stand; schools and hospitals remain boarded up; some shops have never re-opened. It’s sad to see. But there is good news as well.  At the time of Katrina, a number of celebrities pitched in, perhaps most famously Brad Pitt, who set up a charity to help build hurricane-safe, sustainable homes for working families in the lower 9th ward.  The charity is called Make it Right; have a look at their website – it’s inspiring.

Over the top

This is actually my second time of writing this piece, so apologies to those of you who await each new post with bated breath and who read this last week only to discover, when you went back for a re-read,  that it had disappeared ( I realise that this is a very small pool of people, in which probably only one person  - my sister - swims, but hey). It was the darnedest thing.  I'd written it, published it, then went back in to add something and the next thing I know I'd managed to make it disappear - text, photos and all.  Weird.  

So this is my second go at describing our over the top experience at the Marina Bay Sands hotel two weekends ago.  My regular readers will know that Chris and I went to the first of the integrated resorts on Sentosa shortly after it opened, and we we were mightily disappointed - hence the title of that post, "Casino banal".  We'd had our share of disappointment too on our first visit to the Marina Bay Sands hotel.  The Chinese restaurant there was the scene of the most expensive plate of rice in the world episode, which I wrote up in the "Baywatch" post - but this visit changed all that.

Spending the night in a hotel in our home city is not something we do very often; in fact, this is only the second time we've done it since we've been living here.  The first was on Valentine's Day this year, when Chris booked us into the aptly named Scarlet hotel for a night of romance.  On this occasion, a dear friend had given us a night at the hotel as a present, knowing how fascinated I am by the architecture (see picture) and how much I was looking forward to swimming  in the world's highest and longest infinity pool, more of which later.  Chris was already there when I arrived, lounging on the king size bed of our luxurious room on the the 42nd floor.  I have never been prone to vertigo, but I must admit to a slight nervousness when looking out of the floor to ceiling windows on this occasion.  That said, the views are absolutely stunning.  We had booked dinner in Santi, one of the "celebrity restaurants" but we wandered up to the skypark on the 56th floor (the boat shaped thingy that straddles the three hotel towers) for a pre-dinner drink and to take in the views of the city as darkness was falling.  It was quite magical.  If you are ever travelling to Singapore on business, or stopping over on the way to somewhere else, think about treating yourself to a night here.


We weren't sure what to expect from dinner at Santi.  The restaurant is the Singapore outpost of a Catalan restaurant run by a chef called Santi Santamaria, of whom I'd not heard previously.  The basic premise is "cocina de mercado", i.e.  "market cuisine,  whereby the menus revolve around what is good in the market on the day.  Now I can understand this approach in Barcelona, or any large European city, but given that Singapore has no agriculture to speak of, it does sound a bit strange (and by strange I think I probably mean pretentious) as an approach to cooking here.  However, the speciality of Santi is fish, and Singapore does,. in fact, have a fish market, which is something I didn't know before writing this post.   In any case, I needn't have worried.  The food was tremendous.  Of particular note (ironically, given our previous experience) was the dish called "seafood rice".  The simplicity of the description belies the complexity of the flavours and the downright deliciousness of the dish, which I won't even try to render here for fear of sounding pretentious myself.  It was scrummy!


As with almost all of the Singapore restaurants we have visited, the service was a let down.  When we arrived, a dozen waiting staff were milling around, looking as though they didn't know what they were really doing - which turned out to be pretty much the case.  Well intentioned, but lacking the organisation of the firm hand of a good maitre  d'.  We didn't mind the wait between courses, as it gave us the time to savour what we had just eaten as we anticipated the next event.  That said, if Singapore wants to take its place in the top echelons of the restaurant world, it's going have to do a whole lot better on the service front.


Delicious as dinner was, the highlight of the experience for me was definitely the next morning, when we made our way to the 56th floor to take in the rays and frolic in the infinity pool.  The photo gives a great sense of the views and the "infinity experience" but not the length of the pool, which takes up about two thirds of the skypark.  It was truly incredible.  Here's a haiku:


The top of the world
is a great place to visit.
Infinitely so.

Home and away

We have recently returned from 3 weeks' holiday in Southern France, where the sky was blue, the weather was hotter than Singapore for much of the time (although mercifully less humid) and we were graced with the company of good friends with whom we shared some fantastic food moments, as well as some very competitive Trivial Pursuit events.  My friend Kerry was kind enough to bring with her a big book of Trivial Pursuit questions and we had several mini tournaments during the few days she spent with us.  Principal among the food moments. was our visit to the Auberge du Vieux Puits in Fontjoncouse, which has recently been granted a third Michelin star.  Gilles Goujon (what a great name for a chef) works his magic in the kitchen - see picture below - in what must be one of the most bizarre locations for a 3 star restaurant.  Fontjoncouse is in the middle of nowhere, albeit very lovely nowhere, has a population of about 130 people and no other shops or restaurants that we could see on our pre-dinner walkabout. Furthermore there is no town within a thirty mile radius nor a motorway within twenty.  Considering there are only 26 three-star restaurants throughout the whole of France, this is a pretty amazing accomplishment, especially as most of them are not situated in a tiny village next door to absolutely nowhere.  We should really have done a walkabout  post-dinner as well, but we were just too full of the most delicious food and wine and we had booked to stay over in one of the lovely poolside rooms that have been added since our last visit.


The circumstances of that visit - six years ago now - are really quite odd and worth a moment or two in this post.  We were staying in a little hotel in Limoux and asked the owner for a restaurant recommendation.  She mentioned that she had heard good things about a little restaurant in Fontjoncouse, and so we tootled off for lunch that same day.  I can't remember whether we booked or not, we probably did give them a call as it was a fair way away,) but we had no problem getting a table.  It was only when we arrived (very casually dressed, with me on crutches post surgery on my foot) that we realised we were in the presence or 2 Michelin stars and some serious culinary greatness.  Fortunately we had brought the credit card, and we made good use of it.


This time, we went with two of our oldest friends, Sally and Bruce, and I think all of us would put this meal in our top five of best meals ever eaten.  There were three particular highlights for me - two of them quite tricksy in the Heston Blumenthal style - but rather more substantial than some of the Fat Duck offerings.  The first of these was the amuse-bouche we were served just after we sat down at the table.  It came in a knickerbocker glory glass, and looked just like a very colourful dessert. In reality, it was a sort of "tomato cocktail" consisting of several different types of tomato - red, green, yellow and black - interspersed with tomato and basil sorbet and tomato fondant.  It was beautiful to look at and tasted just as good as it looked.  We had reviewed the menu on the Internet before leaving and my friend Sally was sure that she would have nothing to do with the truffle based starter, which turned out to be the house speciality - "L'oeuf poule Carrus 'pourri' de truffes melanosporum sur une puree de champignons et truffe d’été, briochine tiède et cappuccino a boire", as she didn't like truffles, but she decided to go with it anyway, and was she glad she did!  Three out of the four of us has this dish, and it was truly amazing.  It consisted of a hen's egg, from which the yoke had been removed and replaced with a black truffle cream, served on a mushroom and truffle puree, accompanied by a miniature buttery and truffle-studded brioche and a little truffly cappuccino in a glass.   Had seconds been available, we would certainly have done an Oliver Twist and asked if we could please have some more.


The third PF (go on, work it out for yourselves or ask an Australian friend) was the fish course.  Bruce and I chose the red mullet, in which a super flavoursome fish soup was poured into a small ladle full of rouille (a garlicky, saffronny mayonnaise)  which then cascaded into a specially designed asymmetric bowl containing the red mullet set over a potato puree. The fish was yummy and the fish soup, combined with the rouille was intense, seductive and truly amazing.


I could probably have stopped there, but as there were three courses still to come, I didn't.  I moved on to guinea fowl served with crystallised shallots and pistachio ice cream, which I couldn't finish, cheese, which I did, and pudding, which I sampled and then passed on to my trencherman companion, Bruce to finish.  

Being in France for a fairly lengthy period made us ponder the main differences between our two "homes" - Singapore and France.  Apart from the very obvious ones like the price of wine and the fact that France has seasons, there are:

• the different fruit and vegetable offerings (while you can get most European produce in Singapore, it costs a small fortune, whereas fresh papaya and baby kailan  are nowhere to be seen in Limoux at any price)
• the relative blandness of French food compared with the spiciness of Asian cuisine 
• the landscape.  We live in a very rural part of France, with vineyards all around, and close to the Pyrenees, while Singapore has almost no agriculture and its highest point is Bukit Timah hill, which stands at a rather pathetic 537 ft. above sea level. 

But leaving these differences aside, perhaps the clearest difference is the approach to life.  Singaporeans are, generally speaking, fairly conforming and respectful of hierarchy.  The French have always seemed to me to be much more questioning and creative than many of the other Anglo Saxon nationalities and their respect for hierarchy can probably be judged by their willingness to cut off the heads  of any of the aristocracy they could lay their hands on a couple of hundred years or so ago.  As my great friend Steve would say, je reste ma valise.

Let them eat cake

A few weeks ago I was in Hong Kong for a couple of days, staying at the Mandarin Oriental - one of my favourite hotels in Asia - and found myself wandering past the cake shop.  As well as the normal fare, there were a number of demonstrations of the patissier's art exhibited in glass cases - like the one on the left.  Yes folks, that really is cake, the whole thing - the clown, the dogs, the ball.  I've never seen anything quite like it and I wanted to share it with you.  If one were to write a haiku about it, it would probably go something like this:


Would the peasants have
rebelled if they got to eat
this cake? Perhaps not.

Becks the builder

I find myself in the interesting position of having something that David Beckham wants.  Now that got your attention, didn't it?  The something in question is a completed model of the Taj Mahal in Lego, since, as it happens, I have one, while Becks' version is only half completed.  Mine was given to me by a  friend, who built it from scratch as a gift; Becks bought the kit in Milan, as he explained to fans during an online Yahoo interview.  He was asked what he would like to do if he wasn't a footballer and said "I know it's not a career but I love doing it and would like to be a professional Lego builder".  Apparently he bought his Taj Mahal kit in Milan, got halfway through (and it is a big, complicated job) and then got injured, so he never finished it.  It seems that since his interview, sales of that model have rocketed; I wonder if the people buying it will get any further than he did?  Here is a picture of mine, below, in case any of you feel inspired to get building.

Baywatch

I tend to live my social life in the bus lane rather than the fast lane, but last night was an exception.  My sister Ali - who is visiting from Oz and who provided the title for this post - accompanied us to Singapore's hottest new nightspot, the Lantern bar on the rooftop of its newest (and fabulously smart) hotel, the Fullerton Bay.

It was one of those perfect Singapore evenings - not too hot, a nice bit of breeze, some atmospheric, but not intrusive, Latino sounds and the most stunning views!  The picture to the left was taken from my iPhone and looks great on a small screen but loses some definition on the page, so you'll either have to take my word for the stunning nature of the views or come and see for yourself.  I've never been to a bar with a swimming pool, but this bar has everything.  I say everything, but if I were to be picky - actually I don't need to be, as Chris can be picky enough for both of us when he is in a grumpy mood (sorry, C) - the food was a bit disappointing.  Early days to be fair, as we were actually there on their first night of opening, but they had a very limited menu to start with, did not have several of the items available, and had not bothered to tell the staff.  That said, the food that we did manage to order was yummy.  Ali and I had a double order of lobster tacos - a miniature version of a normal taco, filled with lobster, spookily enough, in a yummy sauce - and would probably have eaten several more had we not decided to head out for dinner to Marina Bay Sands, the newest of Singapore's casinos, for a spot of dinner (see below for a view from our rooftop bar).  This is an amazing looking place, and opinion is most definitely divided between the lovers and the haters, but I'm a fan.  If you'd like to see a much better picture and get a real sense of the thing that looks like a ship on top of three tall buildings, then go to: http://www.marinabaysands.com/.

Those of you who follow the blog will know that we were not impressed with the first of the casinos to open earlier this year (see the post called "Casino Banal"), so we had no intention of even trying to go gambling this time, but we thought we might find a congenial restaurant for a spot of late supper.  The place is absolutely vast!  It is apparently the world's most expensive standalone casino  property and cost 8 billion Singapore dollars to build - almost 6 billion USD.  The complex includes a  2,560-room hotel as well as a plethora of luxury shopping experiences.  Of course, there is the casino, but there is also a huge convention centre and plans for a museum, theatres and floating pavilions. The three towers housing the complex are topped by a 340m-long SkyPark which includes an infinity pool.  The restaurants in (or should that be "on") the SkyPark are not yet open, so we found somewhere inside to eat instead. The meal deserves a haiku, not because of its overwhelming deliciousness, but because it featured what must be a contender for the world's most expensive plate of rice.  We had ordered the house speciality - crab-meat rice - and when it arrived, we thought they must have brought us the wrong thing, so lacking in evidence was the crab.  When we pointed this out to our waitress, she poked through the large plate of rice with some chopsticks and demonstrated the presence of several small flakes of crab-meat, thus proving us completely wrong.  


A simple supper
So we thought. Well, less is more
after all.  How true.