SINGAPORE - In my misspent youth, I complicated my eating life endlessly with bells, whistles and foie gras.
Elaborate multi-course meals that took hours to finish. Molecular gastronomy. Worse, molecular versions of comfort food like chicken rice. I once put on ear buds and listened to seaside sounds playing on an iPod while eating one course in a restaurant.
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