Second month confinement


You’d think right after a month of recuperation and adhering to (some of the) traditional post-partum confinement rules, we’d be ready to go out and show Baby Kai off to the world.

H1N1 has put paid to that, and thankfully we had a small group of family and friends who came by and celebrated with us at my mother’s yesterday. We had a lot of food to celebrate with. We still have a lot of food to celebrate with. And it’s because some friends recused themselves from attending our little party because they’d been to flu-affected countries or they, understandably, couldn’t pry themselves away from the AWARE EGM which dragged into the night.

It was definitely not because people didn’t like the food. We had consulted with Loyal Reader Lincoln with regards to the food, and he arranged for us to get it from North Border. Best decision we’ve made (apart from getting the Ang Ku Kueh from Ji Xiang Everton Park).

If you’re planning some event – like a baby shower or full month party – give North Border a shot. They came and set up the food service, complete with labels so that people would know that crab cakes were crab cakes and stuffed jalapenos were stuffed jalapenos.

But of course, that didn’t stop a friend of ours from thinking the jalapenos were stuffed crab claws because of the similarity in shape (really?) and taking a bite into one mid-conversation, only for the extreme heat of the chili to completely derail her train of thought and run another express line through it, making her say “wow, this crab thing is quite… exciting”.

Some more, (American) Southwestern cuisine would be something different from your usual bee hoon spring roll siew mai har gao buffet catering, and honestly, having dined at North Border several times previously, you are not likely to go wrong with the food.

The only thing I’m sorry about is not having taken enough photographs on Saturday despite bringing two cameras out. So there aren’t any pictures of the food. You’ll just have to head down to 2 Rochester Park to have a look.

Probably the nicest touch to Saturday’s party was having Loyal Reader Lincoln, despite suffering from a crook wisdom tooth, playing ice-cream man with a huge carton of various flavours of ice-cream from Haato. Eat hot jalapeno, eat Haato, eat hot jalapeno, eat Haato. Now say that ten times quickly.

In all, everything was good enough to make everyone want to SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN and eat.

Al-Fresco is not a terrorist organisation that operates outdoors

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Best quesadillas we’ve had in the dark

We had the pleasure of dining with Loyal Reader Lincoln last night, finally getting ourselves to Rochester Park something like 10 years after they redeveloped it into a unique dining and recreation enclave with no parking.

It is Wagyu Month at North Border, and while we’re normally quite bleah about Wagyu, we gave it a shot and it was really quite good, as were the quesadillas and the Sante Fe crab cakes. Which were really quite kick-ass. As in good.

North BorderSpeaking of ass-kicking, and unbeknownst to many, there is also a little kiosk inside the restaurant for people who are into ass-kicking chili and other gut-burning sauces, and well, sells the largest array of these sauces and condiments outside of AZ, NM, CO and UT, where the climate and terrain is so dry and inhospitable, people find it necessary to consume these things just so they can ask themselves “what the fuck have I just done coz there is no water?”

But at Rochester Park, it’s not so bad. There’s water, and there’s a proprietary Bailey’s ice-cream you can order to quell the fire in your mouth and belly if you’ve been silly enough to try some of the stuff.

North Border Bar & Grill

2 Rochester Park Singapore 139213

Tel: 67776618

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