One of our first nights in Singapore, we made our way to a small but dysfunctional food center up the road from our housesitting apartment. We found fantastic fried pork at a Thai stall, that never seemed to be open again. As we walked our way back, we happened upon Madeline’s Portuguese egg tarts. Having fallen in love with these in Lisbon last year, we stopped for two. The old Amber and Eric would have bought a half dozen, but two would do it for the new, healthier Amber and Eric.
The woman, who I assumed was named Madeline, offered us two straight from the oven. They were delicious. A warm, flaky crust was filled with creamy, sweet custard, a little flambéed on the top. We became addicted.
Next thing you know, we were on an egg custard a day diet for the full week in Singapore. And, we did not discriminate. If Portuguese egg tarts were not available, we quickly substituted with Chinese egg tarts, which are similar but without the flambé on the top. Luckily, you can find them everywhere in Singapore. You know what they say, “an egg tart a day…”
In the end, Madeline’s were our favorite: