I need to take a moment to discuss food. Everyone needs it, some love it, and as a former fat person I am one of them. Singapore has the largest variety of tastes I have ever encountered and I hope to sample every last one. You can get everything from a New York steak to dim sum to a delicious halal feast all on Holland Ave alone. Most food is sold in hawker centers where dozens of food stalls congregate, vying for your business with large colorful pictures of the meals offered, most are saucy dishes served over white rice. Even with language barriers, ordering is as simple as pointing to the food you want and paying with your bus card.
Singapore has all the fruits of the region as well. Most are delicious, but one differs from the rest, the durian. Here is a fruit that is banned on trains and buses for its awful smell, a fruit that will give you a fever if you eat too much, a fruit that takes a saw blade to open. I believe nature is telling humans not to eat this, but some people love it so much that they describe the cravings for durian as irresistible. I learned a little about this fruit before I came and made a point to try it; first by trying a durian pancake, then some durian ice cream, and finally the fruit itself. The taste is a mix between passion fruit and rotten onions and the texture is that of stringy pudding. You can’t get the smell of your hands for days and the aftertaste lingers as well. At least the durian tasting mission is accomplished; I do not plan to indulge again.
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