Just this afternoon, on my way to a Nasi Padang lunch at Keong Saik road in Singapore’s Chinatown, who should I come across but Fergus Henderson and Trevor Gulliver, along with a friend, M, sitting at the corner road kopitiam and having tiger beer. Like a star struck groupie, I shook his hands in awe, for eating at St John was one of the best meals I’ve ever had. This inspired me to drag my lazy ass and finally do a new blog post on this meal.
A few continents, delayed flights and man on train tracks delayed this long awaited meal at St John for a few years. Any restaurant that has the balls (pun intended) to serve the spare parts of any animal drives me wild. Booked a few weeks in advance, finally, we had a chance to see if its been a meal worth waiting this long for.