Monthly Archives: July 2009

Unexpectedly Charmed, Fiesta Brasilia

Every Sunday, I hit the gym with K-Dubs. After that we always get lunch. But it’s a very ad-hoc affair. Sometimes we have a plan, sometimes we don’t. Yesterday, in between my chest press and deltoids, we started discussing where we wanted to eat. I suggested the Brazilian churrascaria place across the road. I remembered it was cheap from some posters I saw.

Me: I think it’s around $28

K-Dubs: Dude if it’s that cheap then let’s do it.

Me: Let me check, (walks to the computers at the gym, googles “Brazilian + United Square.” Gets number. Apparently the Brazilian Embassy is also at United Square.)

Dials (The restaurant, not the embassy.)

Person on other end of the line: Hello Fiesta Brasilia.

Me: Hi, I was wondering how much your lunch buffet costs.

Person on other end of the line: $21.80.

Me: Oh wow, (says to K-Dubs) $21.80.

K-Dubs: (Pleasantly surprised look.)

Me: (Thinking there must be some catch for being so cheap) Uh do you have chicken hearts?

Person on other end of the line: Yes

K-Dubs: (To me) Pineapple?

Me: Do you have grilled pineapple?

Person on other end of the line: We do.

Me: We’ll be coming in for lunch.

The first thing I noticed about the place was that even though it looked festive it didn’t look “cheap.” The salad/hot bar was ordinary, if limited. But I liked that they had hearts of palm.

The first item that the passadors brought out, bacon wrapped chicken, was dry. I guess you get what you pay for. I passed on the roast chicken thigh that came next, thinking it would be dry as well. But K-Dubs and Cheryl (who joined us at the gym that day) said it was really good. The chicken hearts came. It’s the highlight of all my churrascaria meals. I asked for more and the passador was surprised and impressed that I liked them. But these were overcooked and had shriveled up. I guessed that they probably sat on the grill for a long time because no one wanted them.

Then there was the beef hump, it’s a weird name, but it was like brisket and it was delicious; beautifully browned in high heat and striated with charred fat. It went really well with the piquant chimichurri-like sauce they provided for the table.

After the hump was the rump, a semi-circle cut of beef with a thick layer of fat on its circumference. The first slice was medium-rare, but I saw the gorgeous rare meat that the large slicing knife revealed as it sliced off the exterior layer and I asked for that as well. Oh man it was good. Rare beef and charred fat really do it for me.

I tried the ham, but it was lackluster. I was surprised when they brought out nuggets of fried banana. It was fluffy and flavorful and it provided a very welcomed intermezzo between all the meat.

I got up to get more hearts-of-palm and beets, when I returned there was a piece of Snowfish on my bread plate. I was surprised again by how well it was cooked. Usually fish at these places are overcooked.

The chicken hearts returned, these looked so much better. I asked for more and the passador gave me half the skewer. These were plump and juicy with that pleasant chewiness to them that I love.

I passed on the sausage, like the ham it looked lackluster. I was starting to think about what I would like to have again to end my meal. Some garlic beef arrived and I acquiesced, just for a taste. It was good but I had to budget stomach space for more rump and chicken hearts. The grilled pineapple came, it was burnt. K-Dubs was disappointed. I had more rump and was feeling full. I got up to let gravity free up more space in my stomach (like de-fragmenting your computer,) but also to get a new plate.

The passador brought out another skewer of hearts for me. He placed his knife a third of the way up. I asked for more. He put his knife right at the very top. I think he was just joking. But I paused for a few seconds, calculating stomach capacity against when I would probably get to eat those delectable hearts again. And I said, “Sure, why not.”

The passador, with one fluid stroke, slid the entire row of hearts on to my plate.

I finished it all.

Another helping of pineapple came, I was feeling rather full at this point, but I couldn’t resist the properly caramelized pineapple. It was much better that the first. Then K-Dubs made a comment about how it would go well with ice cream. So I got up and got ice cream.

I had a boss whose motto was under-promise and over-deliver. I wasn’t expecting much for $21.80, but I was really impressed with what they delivered with that limited budget. I’ve been following a sort of “semi-timeline” for this blog. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t blog about this. I didn’t even have my camera with me. But when coffee and tea arrived, which is included in the meal, I was utterly charmed that they served Gryphon Tea, a gourmet brand. I was expecting generic Lipton. And to top it off, the chamomile came with a shot of honey. Cheryl who is a coffee fanatic said their coffee, which used Brazilian beans, was really good too.

In my time back in Singapore, I’ve been eating out a lot, which you’ll read about in due time. I have to admit that at first I was very excited with the dining scene here. It had grown so much since my time away in the States. But the problem with having excellent meals is that after a while I started going to restaurant expecting to be impressed, a sort of “I’m here now, give me your best shot” mentality. As a result its been some time since any restaurant has impressed me.

Fiesta Brasilia is a place that had all the factors to NOT impress. It wasn’t cheap, especially when you take into consideration that you can get excellent hawker food for less than $5. The food isn’t particularly great or refined. But it is relatively cheap; $20 for all that food, and all that meat is a steal. I was so full that I skipped dinner. It was like $20 for two meals! The food too, when they get it right, is good, on par with and sometimes exceeding other more expensive churrascarias that can be content with serving quantity and not quality. But it’s the little flourishes, like the fried bananas and gourmet tea that make this place so disarmingly charming, and therefore such a pleasure to dine at.  Thank you for reminding me about how much fun it is to dine out.


Fiesta Brasilia

101 Thomson Road

#B-15/16 United Square

Singapore 307591

Tel: 6250-0108

Lunch from 11.30 a.m. to 3 p.m. daily. (Finally a late lunch place so we don’t’ have to rush at the gym!) Dinner from 6 p.m. to 11p.m. daily.


P.S. They were playing a pretty groovy playlist at the place, I wished they played this song from the great Brazilian movie Elite Squad, it’s totally inappropriate, but it’s a rocking song:

The Anxiety and Joy of Eating Alone, Les Bouchons

DSCN5613This is the whole restaurant, it’s that small.

There are some things I never do alone, like go to the movies, a bar or a “proper” restaurant. Ok, I’ve eaten at casual places alone, those don’t count; I’m talking about a place where you get served more than one course, linen (although I’ve noticed more restaurants forgoing tablecloth) and a wine list. I get self-conscious. I imagine people will think that I’m a loser with no friends. And in those first few weeks back in Singapore, that was the case. Not the loser part, but the part about not having friends, especially for lunch when everyone I knew was working.

During those first few weeks back, I gravitated towards comfort food, food that I was familiar with back in the States. I wanted a steak, I was looking to taste Peter Luger’s again and relive my Williamsburg. So I chose Les Bouchons, sure it’s a French bistro and nowhere near what Peter Luger’s is, but they specialized in steaks.

I walked in and requested a table for one, feeling very, very self-conscious. The waitress didn’t make it any better when she didn’t get it the first time.

“Excuse me,” she said.

“Table for one,” I muttered, a bit louder and clearer.

God I felt so bad saying that.

They sat me at the corner. Luckily they just opened and there was no one here. Yet.

The waitress brought the single-sided menu that had corks, the namesake of the restaurant, dangling from the top. (Bouchons also refer to a specific type of bistro in Lyon.) I saw the limited bill of fare as a good thing. Sometimes a restaurant tries to do too much, better a few standards done well.

I ordered.

DSCN5564Terrine Maison with Pork and Chicken Liver

I was munching on some bread when two Brits walked in. I could feel them staring at me. The restaurant is so small that I heard almost everything they said and fortunately they weren’t talking about the guy in the corner. Still I felt anxious. I didn’t know why I was here; I should have just waited for the weekend and come with a friend. Shortly after, my starter, two thick slices of pork and chicken liver terrine arrived. The anxiety started to melt away as I tasted the rustic and satisfying dish. The livery taste was assertive but not overpowering. I liked it. I particularly loved the cornichons on the side of the plate, which provided a counterpoint to the gaminess of the terrine.

DSCN5571Grilled Rib Eye Steak with “Vigneron” Butter

Three German-speaking people walked in. I felt self-conscious again. But I didn’t have to dwell on it as my steak arrived and I focused on the enjoyment of devouring the rib-eye. It was a very decent steak in a city that serves lousy ones. But it was still plagued by bad practices that are rampant in steak serving restaurants here. One being the crisscross grill marks on the meat. It might look nice and dandy, but it does very little for the flavor of the beef. The grill marks limit the surface area of char, which in turn limits the Maillard reactions that create flavor. Give me a steak with more sear, especially since beef in Singapore, which is almost never dry-aged, is bland. The other bad practice was that they (and many others) cut the rib-eye annoyingly thin.

I was impressed though, with the excellent fries. They were the perfect size, not too thick or thin, and had a crunch on the exterior yet were fluffily yielding on the interior.

I was enjoying myself.

DSCN5574Lime sherbet with Calvados = Win

I was in such a good mood that I decided on dessert as a treat even though it was a tad expensive. $16 for lime sherbet with iced Calvados? But when the sherbet came with a towering shot of Calvados, I knew where my money was going. The waitress poured it over my sherbet, turning it into an alcoholic slushy. It was wonderful after such a heavy meal and a hot day.

One of the joys of eating alone is that you don’t have to make plans. A few weeks after my first visit, I was going though a period of headaches. So one day I decided to drop by Bouchons again. Maybe a steak would succeed where paracetamol failed.

DSCN5608Burgundy Escargot with Garlic Butter

I felt uncomfortable again, but between my headache and the delectable escargot, which I ordered to start, I wasn’t as bothered as the last time. I don’t think I could feel anxious as I worked my way thought the snails, which sat in a pool of garlic, butter and parsley. There was something in there though, peeking beyond the garlic and butter that was slightly sweet and tangy, mustard maybe. It really elevated the dish. I mopped up the rest of the sauce with my bread.

DSCN5611Close up

This time I ordered the large rib-eye done medium rare. I was still looking for that Peter Luger taste, which I hoped to find in the steak as it was from the States and grain fed. Plus I wanted something a little bit heftier that the thin excuse of a steak from the last time. I was impressed with the size of the steak; it was big and had the requisite height. Unfortunately it was rare, bordering on raw. I ate it; I usually never send underdone steaks back because I still prefer it raw than overcooked. It would have been a decent steak if it were done right, even though it was missing that mineral tang of a prime dry-aged steak.

DSCN5614U.S. Grain Fed “XL” Rib Eye

One drawback of eating alone is that if you get something bad, there isn’t anything to distract you from that fact or pleasant company to make up for it. 

DSCN9769Condiments for the steaks

But Bouchons redeemed itself on my third visit. It was in October of last year and I brought K-Dubs there for his birthday dinner. We were both craving steaks and regardless of my previous meal, I still believed in the place. I tried the sirloin just out of curiosity. I’m usually only a rib-eye kinda guy and don’t swing that way. But as I ate the sirloin, I could actually taste the beef, it had an assertive flavor that the rib-eyes at Bouchons lacked and it was also a much thicker cut, satisfying my height requirement. And l love the strip of gristle and fat on the sirloin. (Sorry no pictures, was there to celebrate and not blog.)

DSCN9765Salad, which you get with your meal.

I went back a month ago to have that sirloin again. It was still good, but I could have sworn it was a little less thick. A recession cut maybe? This time I’d been used to and in fact, enjoy dining alone.

DSCN9768Grilled Sirloin Steak with Herbs

When I’m eating something delicious I like to share it, like a funny joke, with someone. I’m always portioning out my food. So it’s with private, guilty pleasure that I love eating by myself. I don’t have to share, and everything is mine.

DSCN9770Cross section

And being by myself, I enjoy the food more. I can focus, I’m not distracted with talking to someone, or worried if they are enjoying themselves. I can concentrate and savor each bite. The experience of dining alone is pure. The food, or rather the perception of it isn’t influenced by dining companions.

I especially love eating alone when I’m having an extended meal in the hands of a capable chef, like a recent 12-course meal with chef Wylie Dufresne when he was in town for the World Gourmet Summit or the degustation at Jaan with chef Andre Chiang.

I read that at The French Laundry, solo diners get VIPed. 

DSCN9772New menu, can you spot the difference between the old menu below

DSCN5567Old menu from more than a year ago, I’m not talking about the different color of the font. Look harder.

I was meeting a good friend for lunch one day at Tatsuya, we hadn’t seen each other in a while and we always have tons to talk about. But I was having the Omakase and I have to admit, I would have enjoyed it more if I were alone. It wasn’t her. I had a great time with her, something that always happens when we meet up. But because of that, those precious, singular bites of exquisite sushi took second billing.

There’s a quote from author Michael Ruhlman that I’d like to share. It’s from his book The Reach of a Chef. Specifically it’s from his first meal, a 28 course culinary adventure, at Trio, chef Grant Achatz’s testing ground before opening Alinea.

Here it is:

“I take notes throughout a meal like this, which is especially pleasurable to experience alone – the only way, as far as I’m concerned – I’d have been frustrated if anything beyond the food demanded my attention.”


Les Bouchons

7 Ann Siang Road

Singapore 069689

Tel: 6423-0737

Open noon to 2 p.m., for lunch, 7 p.m. to 11 p.m. for dinner Monday to Friday. 7 p.m. to 11 p.m. for dinner on Saturday. Closed Sunday.

Recommended Dishes:

Escargot, Sirloin.

Price Range:

Appetizers $16, Mains $32.80, Desserts from $10-$16 (although the dessert prices are from last year. I don’t know if they increased it by $2 like the rest of their menu. That was the difference between the two photos of the menus.)


Happy Birthday!

DSCN0020The Importance of Salt turns one today!