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posted : Wednesday, December 28, 2011
title : food that loves you back - les bouchons
there are several things i am not very accustomed to my home - the comfort and luxury of having my chores to be magically done by maid; the 'less happening' city life; traffic congestion; messy MNG sales; perpetual crowd at malls; overpriced and overrated restaurants in town; and unbelievably tiny dinner portion every nights.
almost every night before i had to go to bed, rummaging and raiding the kitchen, which is closely known as the mother of all 'holy slimming sanctuaries', were one of the few night routines at home. walking back to my room with the same disappointment sweeping me over and over again, i then thought about blogging to distract my brain from the roaring tummy crying for food. well done, meiwen. but as i screened through the pictures i had, i was greatly inspired to probably rate my favourite eating place in singapore in my "wonderfully unconventional" opinion. of course that made me hungrier. more famished more like it. not in any chronological orders, i decided to write about a parisian bistro - Les Bouchons Les Bouchons 7 Ann Siang Road  i prefer to call this area - the Club Street.  i like how all these aged-style looking buildings looked still trendy  it was historically named as Club Street because the street was lined with clubs of the olden days, ie. the Lee's Club etc.  singapore's version of malacca minus the crowds   it is so 'retro'   the china town les bouchons was the first few 'getting-to-know-you' rendezvous for us. it was a little awkward the entire night. i was tempted all the time to have his AND my photos taken along the quirky street. but i guessed i had said the dumbest thing, "i am only comfortable to have my pictures taken by a friend, close enough like a boyfriend", when mr besar saw hint of my camwhore-ism was about to unleash. he of course became clueless. and we just walked together, perhaps my short arm away, me taking pictures as above, and taking his candid shots. and i was dumb because i was the reason why i didnt have any pictures that day. anyway, before the great event, i had myself playing as a dressed-up barbie in my mind two nights before, or probably earlier, or as soon as mr besar planned to give me a ride to singapore - thinking hard about what the appropriate outfits would be for singapore, for a street named Club Street (it must be some chic place with utmost sophistication), and lastly for a good impression to a new friend. that was why - there was a great meaning for us planted in les bouchons.  free flow salad. something not to be belittled on. because it was the most helpful dish to neutralise the sort-of carnivourous meal.  the 5 condiments for the steak: mustard, horseradish, and ya da ya da i cant remember mustard was my favourite.  i ordered the set dinner that night. because i was adventurous despite knowing les bouchons is very popular for its steak frites! word of caution: that was a bad move. i regretted tremendously. i had a funny dish of lamb in skewer, sausage and spring chicken/ pigeon. i could not remember. my palate could not handle cous cous. it was like eating sand.  the beef stewed soup. tastewise, it was nothing much to shout about. but after mr besar offered his steak, i felt tremendously regretful. or maybe, am feeling still remorseful, ok! i have not thought of the chance of going back to kl for the next two years and i was being very confident i would visit les bouchons again - remorsefully speaking, i never did after this one time T.T  my photography skill has made mr besar looking slightly flattering  that was the steak frites i was raving about nevermind the sinful melting butter on the medium done steak. the steak was absolutely tender, succulent and perfectly seasoned. and my palate was splashed with surprises by the awesome combination of both meat and lovely condiment. the fries were free-flow too, like the salad. these fries could seriously bring mcD fries to shame - ok, probably that underratting the fries. any fries could easily bring mcD fries to shame. well, fries were freshly sliced from potatoes. i was screaming inside, "mr besar, i want your beeeeeeeeef! nomnooomnooom."  the only acceptable picture by mr besar - before him undergoing intensive photography lesson by me.  and... we ended our night 'romantically' at the roof top of a bar under a super full moon. moo-moo's verdict: damn, i wish i were there eating the steak now!!! i am infatuated with the steak! the place is quaint and there are very limited seatings, so reservations are very much needed! Labels: makan sutra 0 Mooooo: |