Authenticity seems more a matter of ranges and limitations than of outright prescriptions. - Jeffrey Steingarten, The Man Who Ate Everything
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Re-visiting Cafe de Hong Kong
Digested Pages :
chinese
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Home made grilled cheese sandwich
The magic of wholemeal bread, shredded cheddar, a questionable amount of butter in bed together on a hot frying pan. I'm going to use raisin bread the next time for the next cosmic alignment.
Digested Pages :
between sliced bread,
burgers/sandwiches,
Homer
Friday, January 21, 2011
Christmas lunch at Bedrock
This blog is not yet dead!
But this entry is definitely late in the coming as lately, real life has wrapped its reel more tightly about things as I battle to fight for breathing room. But let's get to the food.
We decided to pick up the offer from Bedrock out of numerous emails because we had a good meal from the previous visit and we definitely had hopes that this would not be far from the experience we had from that first visit.
The piping hot and freshly baked flat bread which Bedrock serves has not changed. Exactly how we remembered them to be with the soft buds of garlic and salted butter. Needless to say, we had seconds and even thirds.
The comforting and creamily textured potato soup was really just buffed by the truffle cream which performed admirably with their truffle-y flavour. I couldn't say that the soup was out of this world, but the flavour from the fungus worked enough of it's magic that I've had to admit that it was a pretty decent soup. Yukon potatoes or not.
Their pumpkin risotto turned out to be much better than it appeared on plate in the department of taste. To their credit, the flavour of the pumpkin was identifiable in the creamy rice and it paired off very nicely to that "sweet and salty" effect from the gravy that came with the braised duck. If this item had ended up in the regular menu, I certainly wouldn't mind ordering them again.
The steamed sea bass looked like it might have been seared a little as well instead of just steamed. I'm not overly big on fishes most of the time, but I would have to say that I liked this. The texture of the meat was nicely preserved where the meat didn't just crumble and dissolve in the mouth. Simply flavoured too, was it with nothing short of salt and pepper. I didn't quite understand why a braised short rib came along, but it was surprisingly well done. That melted in the mouth.
We just had to order up the fried potatoes to side up the other items we had. Notice the golden yellows and dark browned edges. It tasted as good as it looked without excessive grease.
steamed banana pudding - vanilla bean ice cream, brandied cherry
We were getting quite stuffed from the food and extra orders of the flat bread earlier. Lacking the capacity of a four stomach cow, I sometimes forget to accommodate space. What would usually impress me about a dessert would be their ability to make me still finish them even when I feel stuffed. This was definitely one of those. It was a suitably soft banana pudding. I guess what helped out there was that the pudding and the large scoop of ice cream weren't too sweet and the tart cherries and sauce helped get us going. Yes, and the gooseberry too.
Digested Pages :
dessert,
from Davey Jones' locker,
western
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