56 3.13- Sunday... Makan Sutra Time! (2/2)

I looked up the address and locked in memory as I boarded the train from Kachigawa and heads down to Ozone Station which was only 2 stops away. Ahhh... Living in urban Japan is really a convenience especially the transportation system. You could go anywhere in minutes with their connecting transportation and it is rather timely too.

I sent an SMS to Akira and asking how she was doing and I can't help reminiscing last night on what happened at the Inazawa Futsal Stadium when I caught her in my arms and kissed her fully on her lips before swinging her around like a kid.

She was wide-eyed in shock at first but soon dug her fingers into the back of my head and back as both our lips melted together as one and I could feel the quivering pleasure of her lips pressed to mine.

I soon reached Ozone Station and walked over to the Singaporean Restaurant named ”Merlion”. The building was of colonial design and was pristinely painted in white and the restaurant name ”MERLION” was etched on the top archway of its entrance in glittering black background and gold lettering. Half expecting a statue of the legendary lion head and mermaid's tail anywhere but found none.

I guess they hadn't gotten the copyright to produce a statuette of the famous Singapore icon and planted it on the sidewalk or adorn it right before the restaurant's entrance. I walked in and was ushered by a female concierge who was wearing the Singapore Girl dress that was made of extricating designs of batik design and drawing. The uniform looked good on the girl as it shaped the person wearing shaped like a T.

I took a seat near a window that was meant for two and if anyone passes by, they might be thinking that I was waiting for someone as there was a fresh red rose that was placed on the table in a very small and exquisite vase. Well, the vase seemed to be able to hold a single rose at the time.

I looked at the menu and found that it was quite extensive from a single platter right to a full course for two or more persons. I looked through each mouthwatering pictures that depict its so-called Singaporean exquisite taste and I finally settled for a noodle-based menu.

It was called Laksa, served with fat Udon noodles with dried tofu, boiled eggs, some cockles, a few thick slices of fishcakes with a dollop of X.O chilli and some green garnishing on it. It is served with a rich coconut gravy that's sprinkled with those tiny prawns called ”hebi”.

Laksa was an all-rounder meal and could be taken as breakfast, brunch or dinner as well as somewhere in between. And the Laksa that I was relishing it somewhat in the middle of everything.

Well, that's about everything I could have for the moment quite down my stomach from grumbling too much. The bowl of Laksa was an explosive mixture of taste-buds tingling Gastronomical experience especially the cockles that were half cooked and just right with the right concoction of spicy and creamy coconut gravy.

(Writers Note: I guess you get worked out after I mention about the Laksa and all. Google it and you may find what's it all about. A few variations are the Penang Laksa which differs in both taste and presentability)

It was close to 4 pm when I finally stepped out from Merlion Restaurant and headed to the bus stop underneath the Ozone Station that Akira had earlier SMS me that she'd be waiting for me there. I guess she had wanted me to accompany her and maybe settle for a late-night supper.

I guess since I am an hour early, I'd do some window shopping there as well.