Buccaneer Thai - Second Time
When Mr Aunty J came to town last weekend, we took him out for dinner and gave him a choice of Japanese (with hubby crossing his fingers), Western and Thai.
Thankfully he chose Thai and off to Buccaneer Thai we went for our second time. The first time we went here was when my sister and her then-boyfriend-now-fiance came to visit.
I’m not sure if it’s the norm for Sunday night, but when we came in, the place was empty. Between hubby and myself, we ordered these dishes :
I had wanted to get their Green Curry but decided to try another curry and was fully satisfied. The Pandan chicken was good and the beef was spicy (but so good - if only I didn’t have allergy). As for the soup, although it was very delicious, I think I still prefer their red tom yam soup.
But the best and biggest dish of the evening was the Mango Fish :
The waiter told us that for this dish, it’s best to use sea bass instead of garoupa (which is best steamed).
I am not fond of seafood and most mango fish that I’ve tried (because hubby likes it) are usually too dry or crispy. But this particular Mango fish was cooked to perfection. The skin was crispy but the flesh was succulent - for such a huge fish.
Mr Aunty J enlightened us that the proper way of eating a huge fish is to start from the sides so by the time you reach the centre, which is the thickest part, it would be just cooked. Of course, if you’re not in the company of particular fine dining folks, the best way to eat a fish is - pick whichever part is nearest to you and fast!
I do feel sorry for Mr Aunty J’s other friend who for some reason didn’t join us for dinner. I’m sure whatever he had in Seria is nowhere as good as these.
Also I was pleasantly surprised that we were very well treated by our waiter - he checked on us a few times, making sure all was well. I wonder if it was really him being a great staff or was it the threat of the camera (!).
Anyway, if you have never tried the Buccaneer Thai’s Mango Fish, let me indulge you with another shot of this $35 worth of dish. Hubby was only regretful that he couldn’t polish off the head as well :
Was it worth it? Every cent.
