Closing Time

They cleared the alcohol shelf before shutting down the bar. 

I think they don't trust me very much.

There goes perspective.

A Little Perspective Goes A Long Way

Ever felt in the doldrums? Like nothing's going your way or nothing's happening, everyone's having it better, you're lost, frustrated, going in circle, caught in webs/poison ivy/vines/thorns? 

Maybe it's time to get some perspective. 

A little perspective goes a long way (in getting clarity).

One of the best ways to gain perspective, I find, is to leave my usual comfort zone and to take a little trip - even  a work trip. Packing is not fun, but taking off into the air/ hopping into the car for a long drive somewhere is fun. As the plane takes off, i feel like i'm zooming out of my life - into space - and gaining a different perspective. Literally. 

The runway and the airport start to shrink, then you see more and more patches of green. Light leafy green, dark musky green, super dark chlorophyll green. Houses become rows of concrete, you start to see long stretches of road with lines of cars resembling streaming lines of little dots (so small you can't see the colour of the cars). Then you see large bodies of water - could be a reservoir, could be a lake, a meandering river... then you don't see the houses anymore but just a large swathe of green.

Then the OCEAN (yes, i live pretty near the ocean).

Then you rise above the clouds, and are above everything else. Literally.

Then you feel like you're above everything. Figuratively. 

It's a good feeling (unless, of course, you are afraid of heights or small spaces. Then you'd probably be very freaked out by now.)

Perspective makes me a bit heady, then it makes everything look and feel so clear. Suddenly, it's not so hard to figure out what's important, and what's not. What makes me tick, and what gives me dread. What matters, and what doesn't. Then if by many strokes of luck, you meet some randomly wonderful people who have led random and wonderful lives, it makes you wonder about the things you sweat about in your life, the impact (real or imagined) of your decisions, and if your worries are justified at all.

And now, as I sit here alone by the bar at Ansara (www.ansarahotel.com), a small but very cute boutique hotel in Vientiane, Laos; sipping a glass of Baileys on the rocks and sharing my thoughts here, while 4 young Laotian hotel staff stand around the hotel front desk watching some video and chuckling to themselves, I wonder...

... when did some perspective hurt anybody?

Iron Cast Goodness in Little India

I love iron cast pots because they look good, come in various delicious colours and retain flavours like nothing else in this world. I know this because after much contemplation, I got myself a 24-inch Le Crueset a few months ago, and I have been using it almost every weekend ever since.

It. is. divine.

And everyone who likes cooking should have one!!!

Thus, I was delighted to hear about the opening of Cocotte at the new Wanderlust boutique hotel (sister to New Majestic and 1929) on Dickson Road, off Jalan Besar in the Little India heritage area. Best way to get onto Dickson Road is via Jalan Besar, and the white heritage building is hard to miss.

The restaurant came across honest and sincere - no elaborate dinner ware or table decorations, but some rather adorable interior design and ornaments. Aside from the usual ala carte menu, there was a well priced lunch menu and specials for the day.

To respect the privacy of the other diners in the restaurant, i did not take a better picture to show the interior, but it was small and intimate, with perhaps about 60-80 seats tops. But i did however took a picture of this very funky ceiling lamp, which reminded me of a spider!

Then there is the quintessential open kitchen, which does not quite work for Chinese restaurants I was told due to the amount of stir frying that is done. The open kitchen wasn't that visible unless you were sitting in one end of the restaurant, and the small window didn't exactly encourage you to stare. But the line of coloured iron cast pots on the shelf did enthrall me endlessly.

And now, yes, i know, the question on your mind is, "how is the food?" and I must say it was quite a delight! I did not hesitate to try the Croque Monsieur (in remembrance of the wonderful days in the land of Liberte, Egalite et Fraternite), but i think it was a tad bit too thick and dry for me.

However, my companions had some amazing fish and steak et frites, and the desserts were pretty awesome. The next time i visit, i'm keen to try some iron cast pot dishes - which i reckon ought to be what they are really good at.

It's such a delight to find a restaurant with character, and located in a culturally rich area!

I need to bring along my better camera to take better food pictures!