Duck Rice and Some Extra Toppings!

I’ve been trying to dial down my meat intake lately, but let’s be honest, some dishes are so good to turn down. Tonight the craving won, and I let myself enjoy a proper Duck Rice set, plus a generous serving of extra toppings. No regrets. In fact, this might be my favorite kind of “cheat night,” purposeful, satisfying, and still surprisingly balanced.

What I love about duck is how it refuses to be chicken. Roast duck carries a deeper, slightly gamier aroma that hits you before the first bite. The meat has that signature chew, firmer than chicken, yes, but not tough when it’s done right. These slices were braised to a glossy brown, the edges soaking up a soy-herbal sauce that clings to the rice. Every forkful had layers, savory first, then a mild sweetness, and finally that comforting whisper of spices from the braise.

I went all in on the toppings because, well, why not make it a full tour? The stall had a neat spread, so I added blanched duck offal for texture play and extra nutrition. The liver was silky and mineral-rich, the gizzard pleasantly bouncy, and the mystery bits (heart, perhaps) delivered a meaty pop that kept each bite interesting. If you’re squeamish about organs, start with small pieces and mix them through the rice, the sauce ties everything together and takes the edge off any strong flavors.

Speaking of rice, the base was exactly how I like it for saucy dishes, individual grains still intact, but ready to drink up every drop. A few spoonfuls of the braising gravy transformed it into something close to a loose, savory risotto. There were little treasures scattered around too, stewed peanuts that lent a soft crunch and nutty warmth, half a braised egg, and a tender slab of beancurd that acted like a flavor sponge. I also found a round slice of braised radish that added a gentle sweetness and a clean, juicy bite between the richer duck pieces.

Texture-wise, this set was a mini adventure, crisp-soft peanuts, the spring of gizzard, the velvety liver, the custardy egg, and the meaty duck all in one box. It’s the kind of combination that makes you pause, pick your next bite with intention, and then smile when the fork delivers exactly what you hoped for.

Do I still want to keep my meat portions modest most days? Definitely. But choosing duck instead of my usual chicken rice felt like a little celebration, something I don’t do often, so I made it count. Duck’s distinct flavor rewards slow eating and attention, it asks you to notice the spice in the sauce, the gentle sweetness in the radish, the way the rice changes as it sips more gravy.

Overall, this was a hearty, value-packed dinner that reminded me why hawker classics endure. Nothing fancy, just solid craft and a well-balanced plate that respects both flavor and texture. I’ll keep chasing my mostly-lighter meals, but nights like this are a delicious exception. I’m already eyeing a return, maybe the next time I’ll try a half-lean, half-fat cut or double up on the braised radish. For now, I’m happily full and very, very satisfied.