Singapore may be small, but we are inundated with choice when it comes to eating out. Sometimes, this can lead to the first-world problem of CHOICE(!) ANXIETY(!!) If, like us, this leads you to becoming a sad creature of habit who keeps eating at the same old places, check out our bite-sized JUNK food reviews for what you should be eating next (or not!).
We admit, after we pointed and laughed at its name, we were intrigued about what Suage actually served.
We then heard positive noises from friends who have had it in Hokkaido and also from their first outlet in Capitol Piazza. “Similar enough!” they said. For a Japanese food export to get near that certainly piques interest!
We went to back to Jewel (sigh) to the scene of our first encounter, and sat down in their understated (read: no effort in interior design) outlet and perused the menu. Actually we didn’t, we just pointed to the pictures of the set lunches and were done with it.
We had the Chicken “Kushiyaki” and the Wagyu Beef Shabu Shabu soups in various degrees of hotness, and a side order of Pork “Kakuni” for good measure.
What do you know? We had a great meal. We’ll spare you any tense, sexy build up. The food here was tasty, fresh and unusually did not exude charmless chain restaurant vibes in the preparation. The meats were delicious, the bowl filled with fresh veg and the curry soup was an interesting tasting, granular concoction of curry power with dominant herbal notes of bay leaf.
By the way, the Japanese definition of “suage”, as one of our readers pointed out is to “deep fry with no batter”. Okay, we’ll have to take that at face value as the chicken we had was indeed deep fried, without batter, but it also had a tasty smoke all over it, so somewhere in the cooking process it must have spent some time on a coal(?) grill of sorts. Same for the side of pork that we ordered; the aromatic smoke was really an unexpected surprise, especially while eating in the sterile environment of a mall.
While sold as a curry soup, we mostly felt like it was more the consistency of a drinkable stew, and the max level of heat is okay – this is not ghost-pepper-hot-wings type torture – so feel free to max out the spice if you’re so inclined.
The place was 1/3 filled when we got there, so service was pleasant but a bit slow. They also left out the grilled aubergine from our soup bowls, the most prominent vegetable in the menu pictures. They quickly served us the missing veg, but it pays to look at the menu picture here and compare that with what is in front of you. Wait your money kena cheat.
On the way out, we asked the all-through-the-meal-slightly-nervous waiter how to pronounce the name of the restaurant. Right on cue, he popped upright in slight surprise and with wide eyes said, “Suwaaa-gayyyy”.
So there you have it. “Suwa-gay”, not “Sewage”.
A solid 3 wings, actually 3.5 wings, but we don’t do half wings. Not wrong for when you’ve just deplaned and need something warming in your belly!