I took my parents out for lunch. I was initially going to take them to Pho Pham in Chinatown, but I noticed there were no vegetarian options. Boss Lady suggested Padmanadi so that Ludwig could have a wider selection of food. Let’s listen to Dai Dai for this post.
The last time I took my parents and in-laws out for dinner at Emerald Garden, Boss Lady complained that I hadn’t ordered enough lobster. I should have ordered two. That way, she said, everyone could eat lobster to their heart’s content. She was right. I tend not to order much because I don’t want to overeat. Boss Lady reminded me that I don’t have to eat it all. I just have to make sure there’s enough food for everyone at the table.
I took her unsolicited advice to heart when I ordered lunch. For the three of us, I picked: Satay with Peanut Sauce ($10), Deep Fried Tofu ($13), Roti Canai ($13), Curry Chicken ($22), Rendang ($20), Kwetiau Goreng ($19), Jasmine Tea ($3.75) and a small bowl of Jasmine Rice ($2.75). I didn’t order a fourth main dish because I wanted to leave room for dessert after Boss Lady spotted the deep-fried bananas with ice cream.
Our server, Hufsa, stood out for how genuinely thoughtful she was. Rather than having us order individual teas, she suggested we share a pot. I also appreciated the restaurant’s personal touches, from the bright yellow mugs with their sleek handles to the fresh lemon slices in our water glasses.
Ludwig watched eagerly as the food began filling our table. He quickly reached for a piece of tofu, but I barked that we hadn’t taken our pictures yet. He pulled his hand back, visibly annoyed, and sat looking a little sullen while we snapped a few photos. It was completely out of character for him. Normally, he sits back patiently and waits for Boss Lady to tell him which dishes are vegetarian.

I knew Ludwig would like the tofu dish. The plate was piled high with puffed-up, golden cubes of tofu. The outside was a thin, delicate layer while the inside was light and airy; it was like eating delicious, crispy air. The dipping sauce was sweet soy sauce, thick and dark like balsamic vinegar. Ludwig ate each piece like popcorn, a delighted smile stretching across his face.

I knew Boss Lady would enjoy the satay skewers. The faux chicken was soft and chewy, with crisp edges. The peanut sauce was generously applied and sweet, but not overpoweringly so. When I asked Boss Lady what she thought, she said everything was good. However, next time, she suggested skipping the chicken skewers and ordering the rendang instead, as she found the two dishes too similar.

The rendang was delicious, though it wasn’t as spicy as advertised. The faux meat was softer than beef, with a texture more akin to bean curd. Rather than swimming in curry, it was coated in an almost dry sauce with rich, nutty and roasted flavours. Some of the potatoes, however, were slightly undercooked.

Boss Lady closed her eyes with the first bite of kwetiau goreng, looking downright ecstatic. She pointed out that the bean sprouts were still crunchy and not overcooked. The thick, luscious noodles had the most delectable chew and were fragrant with smoky wok hei.
As Ludwig took a bite of the noodles, his face lit up. Gleefully, he announced that he was going to quote me, repeating a line I often use on my blog: “I would order this again!” I made a mental note to find some new material, though, in my defence, that’s genuinely how I judge whether a dish is good.

The yellow curry and noodles were my favourite dishes. The curry had a pleasant heat, and the mix of cauliflower, carrots and broccoli retained a clean, snappy bite. The faux chicken had a texture remarkably similar to the real thing, firm and springy, while the creamy curry was so good I could have drunk it. Boss Lady and I shared a bowl of jasmine rice to soak up the sauce.

The roti arrived piping hot. Ludwig tore into the bread with gusto. I enjoyed peeling apart its delicate, flaky layers before dipping each piece into the curry.
Boss Lady recalled the time she humoured Ludwig by going to a vegetarian restaurant in Richmond. Her assessment was blunt: the hostess looked mean, the restaurant was filthy, and she walked out. Padmanadi, she declared, was the exact opposite: modern, bright and spotless, with exceptional service. She’s right. Hufsa packed our leftovers, kept our teapot filled with hot water and, after noticing what messy eaters we were, brought us extra napkins. She even offered to take our picture at the end of the meal. Hufsa the kind of server other restaurants should be trying to poach.
Ludwig noted that food goes down so smoothly when it’s vegetarian. I agreed though Boss Lady did not, as she moaned that she had eaten too much. She was even too full for her favourite dessert, deep-fried bananas with ice cream.
Boss Lady now wants to bring my siblings here when they visit. Padmanadi also offers catering, something I’ll have to keep in mind for our next big family gathering. Hitting the Sauce gives Padmanadi two phat thumbs up.
























































































































































































































































































































































