It is said that Peranakan cuisine is designed as a system of control by the matriarchs: the food is as delicious as it is tedious to prepare. The former is a trump card to manage errant husbands and the latter to keep daughter-in-laws busy under an iron fist. This power play also gives rise to a very discerning palate.
Katong is well-known, among other things, for its concentration of Peranakan, but where do the Peranakan ladies gather for lunch?
It’s the holidays and Jeff was in town. He quickly organized a dinner at Restaurant Home because he read about it in the papers and wanted to give it a try.
For those who’ve lost track of Executive Chef Tan Yong Hua, he was last in Joo Chiat’s Chudao (which has since moved to Rivervale Walk, Sengkang). He’s supposed to be a celebrity chef but we didn’t hold that against him.
I must confess that when I saw photos of Andrew’s lunch at Diamond Kitchen about 2-3 weeks back, I was salivating. That man sure can take good photos of a pork rib.
Being veteran makankaki, we are ever ready to spring into action at the sound of a SMS delivery.
It is inevitable, such is the court of public opinion, that words like “madness”, “obscene” and even “show-off” are used when we hear of someone spending $300 or more per person for a meal. Some would denigrate this as an arrogant gesture by the rich or even get worked up and angry for one reason or another.
I would recommend that they get angry over something else that really matters instead of at the way people who are lucky to have surplus disposable income spend their money. These people are paying for a memory, a superlative experience.
That experience may not be the same as what you seek but they suit others just fine. I have yet to hear someone sneer at a F1 fan for spending more than $1000 for a pit grandstand seat. Going to an expensive restaurant is no different.
I recently lost the use of my right eye due to an infection. Don’t worry, it’s not permanent and I’m not trying to mindfuck you with a guilt-trip about how sight is important, about how people do not appreciate the gift of sight and how blind people will never enjoy the colors of the world. No, there’s Facebook for people like that.
No, this is about the food I ate while on the road to recovery and the people who fed me. And a melty cheese bacon sandwich recipe.