Had the cravings for KFC today. Despite the numerous warnings to stay away from KFC in Singapore (from both countrymen and locals alike) but when you have cravings, you just don't ignore it.
SGD6.50 for a 2 piece value meal. I noticed the difference almost immediately:
Wanna try and guess what's wrong with this picture?
THE BUN IS MISSING.
IS THERE A NO CARB MOVEMENT HERE AS WELL? GEEZUS.
Anyway, no surprises here - everybody was right. The taste was muted, only the skin had SOME taste, but if you actually go deeper into the meat (oh god that sounds wrong) nearer the bone it's practically tasteless.
The chicken itself is not juicy nor tender. Probably because it was flown all the way from Australia and frozen for weeks and thawed JUST before they cook it for the day.
The mash potato, while looking exactly like what we have back home in Malaysia, tastes very strongly of black pepper. Singaporeans really love their black pepper in everything. Since I'm not a big fan of black pepper, this is not great for me.
All in all, a very disappointing and unfulfilling experience. I had taste it to believe it.
On other news:
Timbre's (Stamford Road) Kilkenny is watered down. How do I know this? Because I had that super duper creamy Kilkenny at that Irish pub near my place which name still escapes me until today and the taste, the feel, everything about it is still so fresh in my head like I just had it yesterday. I'm clinging on to the memory like a jilted obsessive lover because I'm so afraid that I'll never experience that kind of heaven ever again. But I digress.
Watered down Kilkenny is very depressing and it tastes like shit. It has that metallic after taste. Like water with a few drops of blood in it.
I will never order Kilkenny ever again in Timbre. You shouldn't either, if you know what's best for you. Even the one in the can tastes better, I shit you not.
So hello to my new housemate!
It makes me very happy, thank you a billion times over Ruok & Mr Rajan. So happy that every single time I see this pretty thing on my table my heart skips a bit and my brain pops out of my skull and does little somersaults around the room out of sheer ecstasy. My very own bottle of liquid gold. Mine mine mine!
I recently popped by Vivo City to check out the place. It's about the same size as our old Midvalley Megamall without Gardens, without the new extension, and without the extra 2 levels. Anyway, this paragraph is not about Vivo City. It's about this fantabulous shop called Desigual which I'm really excited to tell you, uh, about. Every single piece they have in the shop had this psychedelic explosion of colours and ultra crazy funky designs. The ones I tried below were pretty much muted:
Even the changing room walls are so funky!
Yes. I realise I look like I've aged 50 years overnight but this is what happens when you are a hardworking mofo .
I'm really, really batshit crazy over the stuff they have in there. But the cost of a leg for a t-shirt? The accountant in me can never justify my purchasing anything from this shop. But please feel free to get me stuff from there. :)
Time for bed. Goodnight.