Re-review: Casuarina Curry

Image

I’ve said it before and gratefully (no, not customarily) I’ll say it again. CC is an old friend I’ll never really be able to totally let go of. It’s more of an emotional attachment, though not to the point whereby I’ll refuse to admit its flaws and slightly fallen standard. A little gem in Upper Thomson, bursting with gaudy colour and advertising itself with greasy A3 menus, serving one of the most decent plates of hot, crisp and chewy prata in town. You can read my previous review here.

So. The second official session of Culinary Appreciation Society. Casuarina Curry, our group leader said. Typically when confronted with such a familiar sound, I’d immediately feel a quick tinge of doubt, weighing the pros and cons of such an option. My mind opened its eyes once more to the delectable memories of brown, crisp rectitude. The humble paper prata, with its spongy egg interior and fried, chewy exterior. Couldn’t ask for any more, and frankly, afraid of going against gut-fired impulse.

Image

Honestly couldn’t help snapping up a shot of some rather moreish-looking leftovers. Includes double egg, egg onion and cheese, minus the slathering of moisturizing masala.

Image

Image

Us three girls shared chocolate and onion cheese pratas. Clearly, the one above is the wafer-thin, crackly, chocolate neighbour of the tissue paper. I enjoy sitting back and admiring the view of the menu, mentally taking in all the possible cheese/egg/onion/banana (and other such) combinations which these lovely Indian fellows came up with. i can almost imagine them designing the layout and choice of words, throwing connectives such as ‘and’ between words such as ‘mushroom’ and ‘cheese’ out the window to give straightforward and authentic sounding gorge lists. We decided upon those specific two to provide some taste variety; they nicely ticked the savoury and sweet boxes. The only heart-breaking thing, unfortunately, is that they don’t use real melted chocolate. Chocolate tissue paper never was their specialty, lets get straight to it. These guys are famed for their fish head curry, prata, murtabak and thosai, not flimsy, left-of-field inventions to add some chimerical distraction for the children who hopped by with their parents. Clearly it’s Hershey’s Artificial Chocolate Syrup, however the texture is still there, the paper-like consistency still in tact. The texture and infallibility is what I’d be happy to rave about, and not much else.

Image

Onion and I go way back.

This was the onion cheese option. Apologies for the unappealing lighting, but sometimes one has to make do with such case and circumstance. The texture could not be failed, though the onions were unimpressive. I don’t expect a french onion soup texture or specific cutting/caramelising technique, however these onions could definitely have been more caramelised and daintily dealt with. These were unimpressive and pastel to the core, with only a hint of translucency in some. I would have happily waited another 10 minutes if it meant superb onions lying in a formation fit to look part of one of Picasso’s modern day cubism pieces. Square and wilted rectangles hanging in a morose, burnt, submissive state, enveloping each mouthful of crisp stodge and cheese with a great deal of mild sweetness and round earthiness.

Scrunch and crunch.

Image

A flashing note: if there’s any drink to order here, it must be the teh tarik. Forget your kopi or iced milo (which is always diluted at this nook). Just get this creamy, frothy, provocative shade of sienna. Savour and ignore the slight burn on your tongue.

Sweet rendezvous.

Re-rating: 3.7/5

Casuarina Curry

138 Casuarina Road

Tel: 64559093

Casuarina Curry

6 years of loyal prata service. I remember my first time, hand in father’s hand, unaware of what jewels I was to behold. Crispy, chewy jewels that is.

Only for those who cannot resist a crisp, crunch and crackle. The holy trinity. Some people actually dislike such a texture, and prefer instead a more doughy and dog-eared chewiness. I quite like that too, but this is top-notch, unturndownable stuff. Nothing I love more than a good prata breakfast when I’m firmly set in my unhealthy-and-I-can’t-be-bothered-to-nourish-my-body sort of mindset. Really, it’s typically one of those hopelessly lazy Sunday mornings whereby my father and I look at each other and go, “Yes, prata.”

So we go. We come in our shorts, the lovely Indian guys take down our orders entirely by memory (due to years of hard experience and perhaps inherent talent). We are the inferior ones in their exotic prata world. We sit up straight before gradually descending into caveman slouches, digging excitedly into whatever’s in front of us. The CC syndrome, I’ll call it.

Image

I will politely point out that this has got to be one of the best curries around in Singapore. And yes ignore the unsightly contact between the kosong and (usually quite) dirty table. A succulent, almost fishy aroma dominates each casual metal plate of curry. It almost spills over, promising to do the same on your plate of prata. It promises a lot, and you trust the curry like an old friend. Coats everything with a good, chunky layer of greasy love. A munificent coat. It’s more important than enough butter on french toast, to be honest.

Image
onion and cheese prata

Image

Their menu is delightfully extensive. No skimping on the options here. Everything is laid out in appealing lists: banana, honey, onion and cheese, chicken floss (guilty pleasure), chocolate, egg and so on. Don’t forget your kopi or teh.

This is precisely what I love about this place; the classic traditional comfort (albeit rather garish orange and blue decor), good food and consistency. Each time. You will most certainly receive your plate in less than 10 minutes, if not for some large and annoying crowd. But patience, please. You will come and you shall experience the magnificent original invention that is the almighty prata. So crisp you might cry, and so wonderfully chewy on the inside that you will forget going anywhere else on a Sunday morning.

Image
honey tissue prata

Welcome my two lovely younger sisters, routinely downing their iced milos. The tissue prata here like to make a grand and rather concave entrance. Never scaly, never limp like the real stuff I blow my nose with.

Delicate and layered. Break the golden, honey-drenched arches down to reveal the sharp icicles of prata. I’m the type who doesn’t mind stuff half-burnt, and prata is no exception. I may come across as lenient in this category now, but I have no regrets. This prata place is an old friend still holding on to youth. Trendy in flavour, trustworthy in service.

6 years. I plan to go again since I haven’t done so in a while, just to relive memories and let people scoff at my garlicky, sticky fingers. Parading my good hygiene.

Rating: 4.8/5

Casuarina Curry

138 Casuarina Road
6455 9093