11/01/2011 01:24 pm ET Updated Jan 01, 2012

Humbled by the King of Fruit In Singapore

Overall, I think I was a pretty good sport when it came to the culinary curve balls Singapore threw my way. I weathered curries that could double as jet fuel, saw a ten-inch fish head served at a neighboring table (eyeballs and all, mind you), and even ate a black, gelantinous breakfast that some misguided chef long ago dubbed "a thousand-year egg." But there was just one time when I had to tip my hat and admit defeat.

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