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Singapore: A "foody's" utopia.

Letting our taste-buds wander in Singapore's hawkers.

sunny 35 °C

Singapore's many food alley's are abuzz with hungry suits. It's midday. Elegant corporate's perch on wobbling plastic chairs around small steel tables. Chopsticks in one hand, spoon in the other, the fluency of such utensils in unison is a wonder to watch. Heads hang millimetres from steaming bowls. Apparently time is of the essence.

It is country that is far outclassing it's neighbours. Like a living organism it constantly grows, as skyscrapers are knocked down and rebuilt every few years thus making cranes a common part of the impressive skyline. As usual however, the excitement of Singapore is lead by my stomach. In particular its infamous hawker stalls. The previous day on our inbound journey from Changi Airport, Matt and I had quizzed our taxi driver on all things Singapore, and had discovered two main facts. One: Hello in 'Singaporean' is simply hello. ("But how can that be?!", we cry). And two, a traditional 'Singaporean' meal is one of three cuisines; Malay, Indian, or Chinese. So, with a list of dishes on hand to try, we headed straight for the nearest steaming woks.

Just 5 minutes from tourist swollen Clark Quay lies a goldmine of stainless steel dishes filled with gastric delights. Spicy aromas waft from hawkers lining the alley, and we wander up and down helplessly spoilt for choice. The hawkers are mostly open air, and cluttered with tables, chairs and people. Sitting in a spread behind long glass windows are colourful noodle dishes, curries, soups, meats and vegetables. The tasting must begin!! Squeezing in, and looking a tad out of place in our casual backpacker attire, we delve into foody paradise.

Over the next 6 days, we visited one european restaurant. And immediately regretted it. The real flavour is discovered on a little red chair on the side-walk .The local favourite 'chilli crab' was truly unique, while BBQ sting-ray provided a surprisingly tasty cross between fish and pork. Malay "Laksa" disappointed (perhaps because this was tried in a mall and lacked that ultimate street-food kick), while we couldn't get enough of a quick bite of chinese. I also have to brag about the Indian hawkers just down the road from where we were staying at a friends on Bukit Timah. Bring me one of those roti's and mango lassi anyday!!

And where we dine, we must also wine. Or cocktail in this case. At the one and only Raffles Hotel, dressed up for the occasion we sipped one Singapore Sling between us; due to it being possibly the highest priced alcoholic beverage in the world. Served by a tuxedo donning waiter, seated at an elegant table, accompanied by an even more elegant drink, it was almost wrong to see the patrons at the tables next to us hiffing peanut shells over their shoulders onto the floor!! What's all this? we gasp, only then realising that the crunching underfoot was the remnants of the days Singapore Sling enthusiasts filling up with nuts. Reluctant at first, it only took a few throws to really get the hang of it, so that when the last sips of drink were slurped, I was full but still throwing, nuts and all. Such enjoyment had never been had over one cocktail.

So it was to be that after 6 days we took a little piece of Singapore away with us. In the form of an extra roll of fat confirming a thoroughly enjoyable continuous meal. Be warned, it's impossible to resist.

Posted by Wandering Kiwi 01:41 Archived in Singapore Tagged food singapore crab chilli sling hawkers

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