claypot rice night
i couldn't recall the last time i actually ate claypot rice, somehow it's never a dish i would order in a hawker centre or food court. my impression of claypot rice was that there would always be clusters that are charred after sticking to the pot for too long, and you would usually end up eating a mixture of slimy starchy rice that's partially hard. what's worse is that the added lap-cheong (smoked chinese sausages) are too salty for my taste buds and are extremely high in saturated fat - eeks!
oh well, despite this, i really didn't mind trying out a new eating place when jl suggested claypot rice at geylang. c'mon, nothing from singapore's eating paradise can taste all that bad, and i was right! this coffee shop along lorong 33 is apparantly well-known, and to avoid the queuing or waiting long for your rice, do call in to reserve your table in advance (yes, even coffee shop these days take in phone reservations). the rice came with all the lap-cheong and chicken toppings, but before you dig in, you have to flavour it with the provided dark sauce, oil and pepper - and of course, the four of us left that to the expert aunty. There was absolutely no burnt taste, and the sweetness from the sausages blends in perfectly with the savoury tender chicken pieces. heck the trans-fats, just for one night! :P our other side orders like the tofu prawns and leafy green veges were also pretty tasty.
i'm considering given claypot rice another chance, but only the good ones please.
geylang claypot rice -
sin huay guan eating house,
639 geylang road (off lorong 33),
5pm - 12pm, closed on mondays,
tel: 67444574
oh, just for entertainment sake, we requested for jl to drive us through the even-numbered streets of geylang after dinner. while prostitution is not an offense per se, open solicitation of sex is illegal in singapore. yet, you'll still find MANY skimpily dressed ladies, probably mainland chinese and filipinos in their late-teens or early twenties, waiting to get hooked up. and let's not even bother going on to talk about the dirty old men who were obviously there for a free show. what an eye-opener, though it was nothing like the fishtank ladies i've seen in amsterdam.
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i couldn't recall the last time i actually ate claypot rice, somehow it's never a dish i would order in a hawker centre or food court. my impression of claypot rice was that there would always be clusters that are charred after sticking to the pot for too long, and you would usually end up eating a mixture of slimy starchy rice that's partially hard. what's worse is that the added lap-cheong (smoked chinese sausages) are too salty for my taste buds and are extremely high in saturated fat - eeks!
oh well, despite this, i really didn't mind trying out a new eating place when jl suggested claypot rice at geylang. c'mon, nothing from singapore's eating paradise can taste all that bad, and i was right! this coffee shop along lorong 33 is apparantly well-known, and to avoid the queuing or waiting long for your rice, do call in to reserve your table in advance (yes, even coffee shop these days take in phone reservations). the rice came with all the lap-cheong and chicken toppings, but before you dig in, you have to flavour it with the provided dark sauce, oil and pepper - and of course, the four of us left that to the expert aunty. There was absolutely no burnt taste, and the sweetness from the sausages blends in perfectly with the savoury tender chicken pieces. heck the trans-fats, just for one night! :P our other side orders like the tofu prawns and leafy green veges were also pretty tasty.
i'm considering given claypot rice another chance, but only the good ones please.
geylang claypot rice - sin huay guan eating house,
639 geylang road (off lorong 33),
5pm - 12pm, closed on mondays,
tel: 67444574
oh, just for entertainment sake, we requested for jl to drive us through the even-numbered streets of geylang after dinner. while prostitution is not an offense per se, open solicitation of sex is illegal in singapore. yet, you'll still find MANY skimpily dressed ladies, probably mainland chinese and filipinos in their late-teens or early twenties, waiting to get hooked up. and let's not even bother going on to talk about the dirty old men who were obviously there for a free show. what an eye-opener, though it was nothing like the fishtank ladies i've seen in amsterdam.