Throughout my one month in Singapore, I mostly ate wholesome home cooked food. But just once, the home made goodness felt a little too familiar. I could even correctly guess what soup’s for dinner.
Thinking out loud, I said how nice if Sakuraya, the japanese grocer in Parkway Parade, is nearby. Then I could just walk there, and buy back some of Nic’s favorite salmon sashimi for a meal.
To my surprise, my ever busy hero asked me to hop into the car. We got there, he picked the biggest and freshest chunk of salmon he could find and got the chef* to slice it up. The chef told us it just arrived that same morning from Japan.
We both got busy mixing our wasabi with the kikkoman soya sauce. The food is gooood.
*chef: If a person’s job is to slice fish day and night, is he still a chef? Or is he a human fish slicer?
