My Love Hate Relationship With Bacon

After 2 years on a fitness journey, I now lead a more health and fitness conscious lifestyle and consequently lost about 24kg in weight after 11/2 years.  It was not an easy journey as I had learnt to be more disciplined by embracing a no-sugar, no wheat, no processed food diet combined with 6 days a week of training at the gym alternating between strength training, boxing, muay thai and sprints.

 

However, I do have a weakness for bacon, cake, ice cream, pasta and bread.  Amongst these, I have a love-hate relationship with bacon and cake. I tried to talk myself into this “sustainable diet” storyline, by allowing myself 1 cheat day a week.  However, my coaches and trainers wouldn’t have it, simply because after a cheat day on Sunday, I would return to training on Monday extremely sluggish, with the smug trainer barking in my ear, “Get a grip, Jo.”  After slapping me with a lot more reps of high knee sprints, extra minutes on the skipping rope, a hundred more burpees and more rounds of that dreaded bear crawl, I was asked to detail my meals every single day and post them, complete with photos, on a private Facebook group so that the rest of my skinnier, pallid and malnourished gym buddies can critique what I had eaten.  For a while, I returned to my sensible ways, though from time to time, I pined for cake and bacon.

 

I mulled about the “sustainable diet” storyline again.  I wanted to revisit the credibility of that storyline because that love part of my love-hate relationship had gradually grew to become a burning passion which manifested itself as sleepless nights, sudden and erratic angry outbursts and cold sweats when I walked past a cake shop or scanned the brunch menu at some of my favorite restaurants. From time to time, I would give myself a treat after a more intense week of training at the gym.  While I could not afford a weekly cheat day, I thought a rare treat once in a while would still allow me to get right back on track without too much of a dent on my coach and trainers’ efforts.

 

So last week, I dropped in at a new restaurant that had just opened about a month ago, called OMB or Oh My Bacon at 7 Dunlop Street.

 

This bacon-themed restaurant, a first in Singapore, was a haven for bacon lovers like my husband and I.  To him, bacon was “MAN FOOD”.  To me, being a PR professional, bacon was a “nutritious strip of protein filled with the goodness of choline which helped support brain health, and comes complete with vitamins B1, B2, B3, B5, B6, B12 and minerals like Selenium, Phosphorus, Iron and Zinc – all good stuff.” 

 

Moreover, I learnt that the good folks at OMB were so smart, knowing that there were at least thousands of other people out there with the same love-hate relationship with cake and bacon, that they had decided to invent the Bacon Brownie.  It did sound weird initially when we were recommended Bacon Brownie on the menu.  However, I did not question the oddity because I thought God had answered my prayers by combining the 2 together to stoke that flame in my heart for cake and bacon.  My man on the other hand, was looking at the dish quite suspiciously and whispered, “This is not right.  It is like having dessert and main course together.  It reminds me of the Singaporeans I have seen at the buffet tables who stacked their plates with noodles, jello and cake all at once.”    I finally urged him to be more adventurous and take a bite. He loved it.  The salty sweetness of that Bacon Brownie reminded me of salted caramel ice-cream.  In fact, speaking of ice cream, there was even bacon ice cream and you could ask for a scoop of that on the brownie!  I have to say, the Bacon Brownie was one of the best desserts I have ever had. It was moist and not too sweet.  I did get a taste of the bacon in it, though I must say, with or without the bacon, that delicious brownie was a winner.  The portion was definitely shareable so I did not feel an ounce of guilt. For the record, because we visited the restaurant on Fathers’ Day, they served all fathers a Bacon Brownie on the house, and even gifted my man a beautifully packaged jar of chamomile tea.  That thoughtful gesture really made his day.

 

David Tan, the Bacon Ambassador, and his Lady Bacon, Yenni Ng were the faces of OMB.  Beyond running the restaurant, they were earnest about getting to know their customers better.  When we got talking, David found out about the fitness journey that I had embarked on these two years and started scrutinizing his menu for items that I could eat. He suggested the Bacon and Egg Cups and proudly declared, “No gluten.”  So we ordered that, and polished the plate in 10 minutes. The plate of tiny Bacon and Egg Cups which came on a bed of crispy rosti was an appetizer portion, so one need not feel guilty about having a cholesterol-laden meal.  As the portion was small, I felt even less guilt.   The Bacon and Egg Cups were delicious. I managed to convince myself that they earned the right to be its own food group and with so much protein on that plate, my trainers surely had to approve it.

 

Next, my Bacon Ambassador suggested that I try the Bacon Bomb. Again he proudly declared, “Definitely shareable too and also no gluten.” The Bacon Bomb was like a meatloaf wrapped in strips of bacon. As I was on a low-carbohydrate diet, he opted to remove the side of mashed potatoes and laid my Bacon Bomb on a thick bed of rocket leaves and cherry tomatoes.  “The trainers will be proud of me for eating my vegetables.” I thought.

 

Although the Bacon Bomb did not look like too large a portion as it measured about 3 inches by 5 inches, I thought the dish could be shared amongst a group of 3 or 4 persons.  Now, the Bacon Bomb is heavenly. It was moist, well-baked and definitely paradise on the tongue for Bacon lovers. So this dish should be on the “must order” list.  I would suggest that if you paid OMB a visit, this should be the first dish you should try because there is a lot of meat in it hence it was very filling.  

 

Like most outstanding restaurants in Singapore, the winning formula for OMB was not that it was a bacon-themed restaurant.  OMB is bold and brazen and unashamed of what it is passionate about, and it was passionate about people. David Tan and Yenni Ng took time out to get to know their customers better.  They were passionate about making them comfortable and catering to their needs.   No matter where one stands when it comes to individual quirks about health, or whether you do eat pork or are vegan, they would creatively think of ways to customize the items on the menu to suit one’s needs.  My no wheat, low carbohydrate demands were satiated because they did not take the easy way out by suggesting that I just munched on a strip of bacon, or worse, point to the exit.  They made suggestions with every dish as to what they could remove and replace just so I would not miss out on their fabulous bacon concoction.

They understood that Bacon was a natural mood-enhancer for considerably stressed executives like us (According to Visual.ly, the umami in bacon is an addictive substance that has a neurological impact on the brain - http://www.baconismagic.ca/guest-posts/bacon-is-healthy/ ). So, they tapped into a market where diners just wanted “a whiff of that aroma and a moment of heaven”. It was like Starbucks when it first landed on our shores.  Who knew that Starbucks’  purpose was not to sell coffee? It sold a moment, the Starbucks Moment. And God knows, how many moments I had bought when I just wanted an escape from the pile of workload in my in-tray at the office or when the boss cheerfully declared a month of no-travel so he could give us some loving attention.

 

So I would highly recommend a visit to OMB for that much-needed bacon fix. Bacon is happy food and guaranteed to ensure your spouse does not walk around you on egg shells when you are on a diet and need a temporary “happy food fix” from time to time.

 

More information about OMB can be found at https://www.facebook.com/OMBsg

Note: I was not paid to write this review.  It was written objectively and all opinions expressed are solely mine.

About The Writer

The writer of this blog post is a Marketing and PR professional for over 20 years.  Due to her love for Mixed Martial Arts (MMA), she is also a freelance sports writer on the side, contributing MMA-related articles to several sports media.  She works in partnership with her husband, David Ash, who is an avid sports photographer from www.singaporemaven.com.  She is passionate about Boxing and nurtures a dream to fight competitively one day when her coach stops making fun of her.  She is also a psychic intuitive by birth and runs a consultancy that does tarot and numerology readings under her brand, Sun Goddess Tarot.  This blog is affectionately called "The Crazy AngMo" as she is married to one, although she has not yet explained to THE Ang Mo that when translated, he has been labeled  “the bloke with ginger hair”.  

 

Bacon And Egg Cups

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Dark And White Chocolate Dipped Bacon

Reliving Youth At Happy Daze

Reliving Youth

One evening, while chatting over dinner and drinks at a pub owned by my friend, she spoke to us about some of her challenges faced running the pub.  The lack of trained and experienced staff was always an issue.  In the F&B industry good service staff is difficult to find and even harder to hold on to.  She was also in the throes of a major renovation then which left her with little time managing the constant stream of customers coming in. 

The pub’s crowded every evening, and the crowd was a good mix of regular customers who lived in the area as well as customers who came straight from work as their offices were located nearby.  I liked the fact that the pub was a cosy hangout, and I could walk in without make-up, dressed in a t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops, propped myself at the bar and used it as my cosy “office space” to complete my Tarot readings via email, while I enjoyed a glass of red wine.

My friend asked if Joel could help out at the pub in the evenings after school.  I wasn’t too keen on that idea particularly when a) Joel needed to put his head down to get through this course and graduate without any drama and b) I didn’t want him to work for free by spending his hard-earned money at the pub on glass and tableware that I foresee he would be breaking throughout his stint serving at the pub,.

So Joel didn’t get past his interview with me for the job as head bartender.  However, out of concern for my dear friend who had grown up with me since school days, and partly because I thought it was a good idea to temporarily get the hubby out of my hair in the evenings so that I could take on more Tarot reading appointments, I decided to “pimp” David out to my friend to take on the role proudly as the new head bartender.

Now, David has a full time job.  He runs a business which sees him meeting clients, managing interviews and working on new business pitches and client presentations on a daily basis. So time is a scarcity for him apart from week nights.  When I was persuading him to help my friend out, I was half expecting him to dismiss the idea as one of my looney attempts to get him out of my hair.  It was not very far from the truth.

In actual fact, David had no say in the idea apart from a slight grunt. When he was studying at Napier University, he used to spend his evenings after lectures working at his local.  I convinced him that this was no different. The pub was down the road from our home, I was there often to do my Tarot readings anyway, I even used the pub as my base to do creative agency briefings and I am there for dinner at least once a week.  So I persuaded David to do my friend a favor and work the “Gordon Ramsay” magic on the operational issues at her pub.  After all, it was just for a bit of fun in the evenings from Monday to Friday.  He was making best use of his time helping someone, while getting a bit of fitness in his life too as he walks to the pub from home and back. 

Thankfully, David agreed to it because like his time spent on being the lead guitarist at his band, or his time spent doing photography work at rugby and soccer games, he felt this stint at the pub was Reliving His Youth.


Happy Days At Happy Daze

My friend’s pub is called Happy Daze. This was quite aptly named because she always looked like she was in a daze.  In fact, most of us looked like we were always in a daze then, stumbling through school quite haphazardly.  However the best decision she had ever made, was to turn this little corner of our neighborhood which was previously a second-hand book store called NIB, into a lucrative pub. 

We had so many wonderful memories of NIB.  I used to rent books from there with stories about the Famous Five, Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys.  When I was slightly older and fancied a handsome prince coming to sweep me off my feet and into the sunset, I rented stacks of Barbara Cartland books.  Then, Barbara Cartland was porn to me.  I felt that I had grown up whenever I read about how the main character in the book would get her hair caressed and how she would feel her nipples hardened just by a single kiss.  Wow!  That was explosive for an 11 year old.  Sadly, 33 years later, I confronted the reality that there was no such thing as a mind-blowing, nipple-hardening kiss, particularly when Law and Order, CSI Miami and NCIS were on the list of must-watch programs every night.

So that second-hand book store was the hallmark of my Happy Days as a child.  My friend did well to preserve that memory somewhat by opening a pub in its place.  Well, at least she maintained the grumpiness and eccentric character of the second hand bookstore owner.  Every time one complained about being served soggy chips or cold baked beans on toast, she would growl at the person and bark, “It’s edible in’it?”  It was comforting to know that nothing has changed too much.

The New Angmo Bar Supervisor

I am glad to report that David’s stint at Happy Daze for the past few weeks had been filled with plenty of laughter. His presence at the pub drew a lot of buzz.  One customer asked “Who’s that new Angmo (a commonly used slang for a Caucasian in Singapore) bartender?. Another customer quipped,” I did not realize Happy Daze had a new boss.”  Yet another said, “Perhaps he was  hired to cater  to the  growing population of fellow Angmos living in the area.”    So he was met with these reactions from customers which really made him laugh.  He recounted how he had helped retrain the bar staff, taught them how to make proper mojito fresh from scratch and not use the pre-mixed mojito. He taught them how to do a proper Tequila Sunrise. He also taught them how to make basic Irish coffee.  The staff there were amazed by his skills behind the bar.  Like I mentioned before, he was reliving his youth.   He also reorganized the layout of the bar such that the bar staff had better access to the variety of drinks and even did a review of the kitchen. 

He became fast friends with a bar staff who was a Chinese national.  It was quite fun to watch them attempt to converse meaningfully because one spoke little English and the other had a broad Scottish accent. He became fast friends with some of the customers who lived around the neighborhood and was sorely missed when he couldn’t help out at the pub on weekends.

Happy Dave

David  is still having fun nightly at the pub.  I am there about twice a week to do my Tarot readings there. Often our friends come around to meet us there for drinks too.  My friend had such a weird sense of humour too and decided to hang a parrot mobile up at the bar counter to signify that Sun Goddess Tarot was in the house, every time I showed up.  Moreover, the bar and service staff were often thrilled every time I shuffled my Tarot cards or did a numerological assessment for them.

I am conscious though that David maintains his focus on his day job as a headhunter.  Reliving his youth as a photographer, guitarist and head bartender is okay if it helped him take away the stress of his day job and added a bit of excitement in his life.  We often joked that Happy Daze should rebrand itself into Happy Dave because that is that little bit of light he had brought to the place.

My friend should feel blessed. Do visit this quaint little pub, Happy Daze, if you want to try one of David's to-die-for Oreo milkshakes. It is located in Singapore at a small residential area called Serangoon Gardens.

About the writer:

The writer of this blog post is a 43 year old mother of one, who spreads her time between her day job as a marketeer at a financial institution, her hobby as a certified professional tarot reader and numerologist, and her family which includes a 19 year old son.  She's married to a Scot who has been affectionately called "The Crazy AngMo" and prays that he does not find out that the term when translated, has labeled him as a "Ginger Head".