Nowhere back home can you walk around a foodcourt with a dish of open flame. But that's exactly what you do when you order a steamboat. I didn't take the picture in time but there was a huge flame coming out of the top when I set it down on the table. This is in a mall. So much for the stereotypcal uptight Singaporeans.
This is salak, or as the lovely lady Liz calls it, "snakeskin fruit":
The skin peels back to reveal crispy white flesh that's vaguely reminiscent of - Mom, you're going to love this - Quality Street chocolates. Truly, it reminds me of taking the lid off a box of QS and smelling that strange-but-delicious mix of the strawberry chocolates and the hazelnut chocolates and the coffee chocolates all intermingled. That's what this tastes like. You can't make this stuff up.
In Chinatown we had a video fail. Here's the transcript:
"Um...it's...interesting. Chewy. No, not good chewy. Gristle-y... No, it's okay. I said I'd try it and I'm going to try to eat the whole thing. *another hesitant attempt* Ugh, how do I do it without the toes hitting me in the face? Ew ew ew. ...Hey, how did you get all the meat off it? Is all that really edible? ...No, no, I'm sorry. I'm all for not wasting any part of the animal but I just can't do it."
Yeah, Alex ate chicken foot. It was not good.
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