There's only one picture of this meal that we had this afternoon at Chili Padi Nyonya Restaurant somewhere around Joo Chiat Road.
But it is a good enough picture.
Because not only was this our very first time at the restaurant for the year of 2023, we had also deviated from our usual course of orders and decided on curry chicken instead.
It was so good, I tell you.
Yes, yes, I know that taste is subjective, and what one likes might not be what another fancies, but oy, compared to the other (horrible, skinny-ass) curry chicken that I'd once had at another place further down the road, this was gold.
Maybe it has something to do with the claypot.
Claypots work wonders in keeping their contents bubbling, stewing hot, and anything that's like a thick soup will somehow- by the end of it- become like a brew.
I wouldn't go so far as to say this was a brew, but it was certainly thick, and tasty, and when we finished all the chicken, it felt like such a waste to let the gravy go.
Still, even as much as we wanted to, we couldn't take it back.
Storing it for a week in the fridge wouldn't do much for the taste by the time next Saturday rolled around.
So we let it go.
Comfort lay, however, in the fact that we had satisfied our lunch with the huge drumstick and huge piece of breast meat (or was it a thigh)
And that we could always come back here for the same dish another time.
Today it wasn't just the curry chicken (and rice) that we had.
There was another stewed dish too.
Unfortunately I can't quite seem to remember what it was.
Maybe it was babi pongteh.
Maybe it was another pork dish.
I guess I'll have to wait till I go back there next time to figure it out.
Maybe this time we'll make it so we can have the chicken curry, and get to take the leftover curry home for bread or rice another day.