I have the dreaded flu. Actually, this is my second dose of it this month! Having just recovered from a mild bout, this one is lingering for over a week now, since a trip to Hong Kong, where I suspect a friend unintentionally passed on the said infliction. As flu’s go, I have had worse, although we males tend to be pathetic patients, and frankly – I’m dying. Read More >
It’s getting close to 6pm, and you should be thinking about leaving the office and getting ready for Valentine’s dinner.
Chaps, if you haven’t secured that restaurant booking by now, you are in deep shit; more shit than a Weeribee duck, or as a mate of mine says, “It’s like being in a shit shower and some bastards got the tap on full! Read More >
Domiciled for Christmas festivities, no sooner had the turkey digested The Wandering Palate was in peripatetic mode, Melbourne bound and yearning for a food fix. Read More >
My good friend Terry Chellappah, a true Wandering Palate and contributor to our website, reports in from Kilcarnup Beach in Margaret River, Western Australia. He signals the weather is PERFECT as was the line-up of Champagne’s and those funny, salty little black eggs that come in a tin.
Good to see that he is celebrating Christmas in style, and certainly in a unique place.
The Wandering Palate is at the Singapore breakfast office, table no 12, a well worn blue Formica bench at the Ghim Moh market and the melange of cuisines and nationalities has triggered thoughts of harmony – and disharmony.
What a difference a day makes. Awaking this morning in Singapore to the Straits Times headlines “Hefty stamp duty hike targets foreign buyers”, spelling out “Additional 10% tax from today a bid to cool housing market”, will most certainly put paid to Singapore’s second national sport of flipping condos, that is after the first national sport of eating.
November 17th – recovery day and a slow recovery at that when you are a peg off a half century.
I had a most enjoyable birthday with the day entailing lunch at The Stomping Ground, Singapore newest wine bar, with two of the greatest pinot noir legends in America, Jim Clendenon from Au Bon Climat and David Graves from Saintsbury.
The Duck Run picks up again in Singapore, this time with our good friend from Australia, Cormie, in town.
I had a most curious encounter at the checkout of the Japanese supermarket at Liang Court (Singapore) tonight. Trivial as it is, but one of those moments where you think, do I look that much of a beast.
The Wandering Palate is wandering again, this time in Melbourne, Australia. We were greeted with a beautifully warm 30 degree, sunny day on arrival although a little blustery with a hot northerly fanning the air. Mind you, this changed soon enough, as it does in Melbourne, and it’s now a wet decidedly cooler 16 degrees, and falling.
