Hainanese Chicken Rice

Sometimes when I eat, it is only because I'm hungry and sometimes that is bad. When I am very hungry I tend to forget the divine purpose of my tongue: to taste the delicacies of paradise. There are times when I simply buy some cheap asian food with chicken (hardly tastes like chicken, probably rat or penguin) only because I want to eat. A few days ago, my tongue tasted a delectable dish: the Hainanese Chicken Rice.

Whenever an oblivious female sleeps with a deceiver or a blind male seeks that which is not there, God makes the world a better place with Hainanese Chicken Rice.

Unaware of what this dish is? It is a dish of rice boiled with chicken broth, and some chicken meat (either roasted or steamed). The tiny mound of yellowish rice lustered like gold as it eminated a fragrance that amplified my appetite. For this meal, I decided to order steamed chicken. So placed next to the gorgeously glowing rice were pieces of chicken meat coated with a resin-like texture. But that was not complete. Having this meal with only chicken and rice is like having sex without orgasms from both parties. Married to the dish were three bowls, one of which was particularly larger than the rest. The larger bowl was for the chicken soup. The others were for two different dipping sauces: a) sweet soy sauce, black like obsidian, and b) chilli sauce. Sometimes there would be a third dipping which is pounded ginger sauce but not for this dish.

Nonetheless, the palatable meal made me rot with tasteful pleasure. It was so horrendously delicious I wanted more! God was kind and generous, for my mother who ordered the same exact dish could only finish half of it. So without hesitation, I kindly asked her if she could just pour the rest of her meal onto my submissive plate. In the end, the plate had a slippery surface.

My compliments to the chef of the KLGCC Club!!

9.8/10
FRUIT!!!!!!