I'm just about finished processing my recent three months in India and let me tell you – things are crazy out there. When I left the country in late August I was pretty ready to return to the West and we'd all be joking if we pretended that I was more excited about eating anything on my return than I was about Taco Bell. I'd actually been separated from the sweet, sweet Mexi-junkfood for 17 months since I was in Australia for a year before India and that isolated country has yet to be enlightened. Seriously, I had dreams about nacho cheese while I was gone. It's finally time to get acquainted with all of the exciting new menu items I've been missing over the last year and a half. I.e., an entire breakfast menu. I started with the highly anticipated quesarito.
Monday, December 15, 2014
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Singapore's hawker centers are possibly the best thing to happen to the urban island nation. The country is remarkably expensive in comparison to its neighbors in the region and the culinary response to that is the hawker center, a place where local people can go for a cheap meal – those who can't afford the city's Western chains, those who value the tradition behind this communal cafeteria style of eating, the elderly, students and everyone in between can be found queuing patiently (and sometimes not so patiently, cutting is always a threat) at small stalls that are almost all famous for one thing or another. Because we wanted the city's best food and because we were being cheap, hawker centers are where Charlie and I found ourselves eating again and again in Singapore.