Orgasm for your mouth. Choose your flavours.

Orgasm for your mouth. Choose your flavours.

Christmas Morning 2009 in Singapore turned out to be gastronomic. After a slow start (do you recall the article about the balls? Well the bar was great but the restaurant later on was a big night), Christmas Day turned out to be an orgasm for my mouth.

One of the often over looked resources a traveller has (lucky enough to be in an upmarket hotel for a few days) is the concierge. If they are good at their job, and they usually are, they will know every eatery, every tourist and non-tourist place within 100k. My guy did.

I asked for tips on where to go for breakfast. I made it clear that I didn’t want to go where the tourists ate, but where the locals go for a big feed for a small price. I wanted real food. He whipped out his trusty map and in a moment or two had circled “Purvis St”.

“Real food?” asked I. “Really real food,” said he.

So I rounded up the entourage and off we went, on foot!

We wandered in like a pack of lost sheep and to be honest the looks the locals gave us were second to none. I’ve been in some “interesting” restaurants in the world and eaten some stuff that I don’t wish to recall and got some really strong “what are you doing in here?” looks before.

Ignoring all of that, we ordered almost everything off the menu. At roughly SG$5 each you can afford to splurge.

The tastes and smells were beyond belief. Every mouthful of every dish was a culinary delight. I swear I thought I had died and gone to great taste heaven. And how does it get any better than that?

The name of the eatery? Killiney Kopitiam. You simply have to do it. Your body will love you for weeks!

One last thing… This is a restaurant chain. And, in the major shopping centres and airports, it is less than… well, it’s average. But at the local hangouts they seem to have done away with the BS and serve the best.

Forget the rest, go to Purvis St. Tell ’em I sent you.

Paid. Giggled. Strolled, or was that rolled, out like stuffed tourists. Bound for Arab St.

Arab St is the local haberdashery location and also has a multitude of restaurants to challenge your trouser belt.

We did stumble into one outlet though that makes their own perfume. If you are in Singapore and in that area, I suggest a visit. It will be well worth your time. Not to mention the fragrances but the stunningly beautiful bottles that the family business use are a feast for your creative eyes.

Did I mention food?

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My interest in photography goes back as far, if not further, than I can remember. My Grandfather had a thing called a box brownie and i remember being amazed at how it recorded history. I was given a 120 film camera when I was about 10 as evidenced by some black and white photos I recently found of my sister when she was 5 or so - she turned 40 in 2008. So from recording history, through the passage of an EOS 5 film into digital and moving into a desire to 'make images' rather than take photos, I find myself here. Photography. "For the thrill of it." Photography. "It's where life is happening." Photography. "When time stands still." Photography. "Maybe it's just about being there again."