Do You Have the Balls, or is it, Do Have the Balls

....And I'm not talking about these babies.


Yummy Glass Noodles (is that what its called? Lai Fun) swimming in a divine dark sauce, embellished with bits of tripe, beef (brisket?) and beef balls.




It was the much anticipated lunch/brunch I've had in a long time. I had visions of strips of caramelized pork, interspersed with that lovely thing called lard, on a plate, melting in my mouth as I assumed the stance of pretentious sommelier smelling an expensive glass of chateaux latour.

Then I got the msn message from unkaleong.

Char siew = Cancelled.

Whadda pork!!!

Anyway, I was placated quickly enough when I heard BEEF NOODLES IN SECTION 17. I vaguely remember from the recesses of my alcohol wrecked brain that someone had blogged about the UNCLE CHENG beef balls. And beef and I, we go together, like rama lama lama
ke ding a de dinga a dong, remembered for ever like shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yipitty boom de boom.

The rendezvous time kept changing, like a moving target. Anyway, it was settled finally that we meet at noon, but by 11.50, I got a call from them saying they were there.

The place is easy enough to find, if you have vague bearings in section 17. There appears to be quite a lot of good stuff within that 2 km radius.

So ya, I digress. The owner, Julian Cheng, son of Uncle Cheng, has the PR skills that would make Samantha Brown pale in comparison. (I can't think of any other famous PR person on TV). Or Tony Fernandez la, to localise the context a bit. We were promised the last piece of tenderloin, in a very beefy broth, that circulates your blood faster than you can say COWA!!!

Unkaleong, WMW, Mervyn and Joanne (the latter two are not floggers, but herbalifers) were my sterling lunch company. The beef noodles, (pictured above) is exceedingly tasty, and while I don't really care much for lai fun, (that white noodle you get in assam laksa), the superior bovine qualities overrode that minor detail. The tenderloin was as good as it looked.



Then Julian proudly brought us THIS little gem in his large ladel. Bull's testicles. (reminds me of what the magimix chopper can do).


After taking pics of it, he very kindly offered it to us for tasting, proclaiming that it tasted like egg yolk. I guess eggs, yolks, testicles, seem to all part of the circle of life in its most basic form. Since the rest of the youth of today at the table virtually recoiled in horror, I thought I shant offend that very nice chappie at the other end of the ladel, so I gingerly scooped up that sliced testicle and popped it in my mouth. Well, it DID taste a bit like egg yolk, a kinda powdery cum meaty taste. I'm not sure what the function of eating a bulls' privates serves, but it only goes to show that the Chinese are such practical people. Nothing is wasted. And things that ordinary mortals won't dream of eating, are through a series of well thought out propaganda, true or otherwise, are espoused by the Chinese as having medicinal values.



Anyway, balls aside, the meal was very delicious, and I would highly recommend the beefily inclined to stop over at this wonderful stall. It's located at Khasiat Coffee Shop, and you can spot this prominent sign. For other reviews on Uncle Cheng, check out WMW's blog and Nigel's blog.

On a separate matter, look who's been pimped in Clove today!!!! Talk about anonymity. Well, her cover's blown, so I'd say to the food blogging fraternity, don't worry about censoring HER pictures in future writeups!!!!