Day 9: Sammy's Curry and Wisma Atrium Food Court

In my right hand, Eno for tummy upset. In my left hand, Hirudoid cream bought for me by an insistent local to smear on my Muay Thai elbow hematoma. However, I slipped in my "slippers," go figure, in a rain storm and thought I broke my big toe. Not to fear! Hirudoid is here! Although black and the size of small squirrel, my toe does feel better.
To help me through my tummy upset, runny egg with kaya toast and coffee with condensed milk at Toa Payoh food court. Don't knock the runny egg. Although the consistency of mucous, the soy sauce and white pepper really do pull it together. Come tummy, help me out. I've got food to eat and locals to keep up with.

Needless to say, heading to the Dempsey area to chow down on Indian food at Sammy's Curry was probably not the wisest of choices, but alas, there I was. I fear my review can only be tainted by the health of my stomach, however, I didn't think this Indian was nearly as good as I've had elsewhere. The specific dish we were there for was the fish head curry. Look at that poor guy staring through glop of curry. P.s. the cheek meat is where it's at.
You must have a desire for food that goes *kerplunk* in your stomach to eat here. You automatically get the banana leaf plate which is subsequently piled with rice, chicken curry, potatoes, and creamed cabbage. We ordered 3 dishes on top of that. Mutton curry that packed a spice which gained momentum over time, aiyee! Squid curry that was smoother and silkier in both texture and flavor, and of course the fish head curry. My "heatiness" was at a boil. If I was a kettle, I'd be squealing.
Off to a quick and free night's stay at the Marriot on Orchard Road, compliments of yet another local, and it's pool side time. The hotel is shaped like a giant high rise pagoda, and the air temperature after sundown close to perfection. Back in the room, a message flashed on the phone. "You have a package. Shall I have it sent up?" What could it be? Food of course. This is Singapore, and yet another uber generous local has dropped off Bak Kwa, aka "sweet meat." What looked like a 5lb pile of jerky, is actually scrumptious barbequed pork, that is greasy and soft and wonderful.
After having a bite, my stomach said whoa. Off to the food court in Wisma Atrium for fresh handmade noodle soup with chicken. The mushrooms made it umami to the max and the soup was quite herbal. Just what the doctor ordered. Hearty but not spicy, although the chili was on the side. Rustic delight.