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The momentum of constantly going on food hunting trips has decreased, sadly. But last week, the predators are unleashed, finally. Almost missed our stop if not for Redbull's sharp observation skills as Hungrygowhere's credibility failed us for the first time. I always relied on hgw for addresses & it stated that Saveur is at Purvis St but turns out it is right outside fep.
Expected the Q especially when a dining place specifically mentions it doesn't take in reservations.
But technology saved the day: we skipped the boredom of staying in the Q as they rang us up while we were window shopping at fep once our table was ready for our possession.
Saveur's Pasta
Nothing to rave about as this tastes like ordinary dry maggie mee which is nice but doesn't taste like pasta at all despite looking like one.
The next 3 mains we ordered were impressive. Delicious & very affordable plate-licking dishes.
Duck's Confit
Not a big fan of mashed potato but this was the exception. The duck was well marinated.
I couldn't decide which was my favorite. Duck confit or this. The creamy basmati rice made a non-supporter of rice like me went bonkers. I'm definitely going to order an extra side dish of basmati rice the next time we go.
Pan-seared seabass
The challenge in using any other method aside from steaming to cook any fish is to retain the moisture within. This challenge seemed to be a feat to the chefs at Saveur.
Wanted to try the Choc & Hazelnut but it was oos (it must be really good) so we opted for Pistachio Panna Cotta which was uniquely delighting. The pistachio flavored dessert reminded me of the pistachio cupcake my siz baked which was equally satisfying for me.
We caught About Time at Shaw and it left the sentimental us tearing. I was still crying when I left the theater & this bully just loves to make it worse by narrating the sad scene to me knowing that I'd cry yet asking me to hush then repeated the scene again.
It left me thinking, if I was the one born with the ability to travel back to the past, what would I choose? To hold on to the everlasting chances to relive all the moments spent with my dad or bid goodbye to him for the last time in exchange for the creation of my own child? A real dilemma I'll never find an answer to.