Sunday was lovely.
I had been craving for traditional sesame paste dessert for the longest longest time. So after lunch, Dezzo whipped out his Makansutra and we looked up chinese desserts. Found 2 stalls at chinatown complex, but only one was open. The dessert was Ho-hum, completely bashing my pre-conceived expectations down to a smelly pulp.
I was anticipating a bowl full of the thick, smooth, full bodied sesame paste that fills Tang Yuen, but this one however was really watered down and bland. I must compliment the hawkers for putting such great effort into keeping the velvety texture of the paste, stirring it every few minutes, striving to serve the smoothest paste possible and not some congealed muck.
We went walking after, checking out the little back lanes. If you guys have time out on a weekend, I recommend chinatown. What a difference the place is during non-chinese new year periods, compared to the CNY madness, that sees a cacophany of aunties hunting for the best bargains, which to me seems to require some esoteric strategies passed down through the generations.
Smaterings of Boutique hotels, such as 1929, quaint book cafes, spas and pre war architecture.
Felt like a mini holiday.
I had been craving for traditional sesame paste dessert for the longest longest time. So after lunch, Dezzo whipped out his Makansutra and we looked up chinese desserts. Found 2 stalls at chinatown complex, but only one was open. The dessert was Ho-hum, completely bashing my pre-conceived expectations down to a smelly pulp.
I was anticipating a bowl full of the thick, smooth, full bodied sesame paste that fills Tang Yuen, but this one however was really watered down and bland. I must compliment the hawkers for putting such great effort into keeping the velvety texture of the paste, stirring it every few minutes, striving to serve the smoothest paste possible and not some congealed muck.
We went walking after, checking out the little back lanes. If you guys have time out on a weekend, I recommend chinatown. What a difference the place is during non-chinese new year periods, compared to the CNY madness, that sees a cacophany of aunties hunting for the best bargains, which to me seems to require some esoteric strategies passed down through the generations.
Smaterings of Boutique hotels, such as 1929, quaint book cafes, spas and pre war architecture.
Felt like a mini holiday.