Food Glorious Food

Being a notoriously picky eater with a severe aversion to lactose, there was some concern that I’d waste away in Singapore. Indeed, it’s been said that I voluntarily consume six things, well seven, assuming you classify Guinness as a meal. Combine this with my aforementioned chopstick-challenged nature and you have an ideal recipe for starvation.

Well fear not my kind readers, for this is the food capital of Asia, sporting a kaleidoscope of global cuisine just a waiter away. Yes, if you’re a foodie, welcome to Shangri-La. There’s classic Singaporean fare to be sure plus a trifecta of local delights including Indian, Malaysian, and authentic Chinese. (Just don’t ask for #37 in a beefed-up Bronx accent as that kind of pisses them off.)

If you’re not ready to dive into the regional flavors, you can sample an alphabet of European delights from Belgian to Swiss. Just be sure and stick to one country at a time. The other day I had a tad too much pre-meal vino and ordered beef and broccoli cacciatore in a Spanish restaurant. They were none too pleased.

Of course, if you’re dead set on playing the cholesterol card, sashay your way to Mickey D’s or Burger King. There’s one on every corner. And don’t worry if you prefer the Royal Crown Cola of the fast food biz. Wendys and Arbys are coming to a corner near you in late 2009. Heck, I even spotted a Mo Jo’s burger joint if you can believe it. How do you spell cardiologist?

Yes, Singapore has something for every taste and budget. And to think I believed I’d return a thinner version of good-looking. Fat chance.