I tagged along with my hubby on a business trip to Singapore last week. It wasn't super exciting. It never really is, but it was cool to stay at the Fullerton Hotel on the company coin ( It was voted best hotel in the world last year, I think) 
One night we had dinner with a French banker friend of my husband's and he wanted to take us to this authentic Italian restaurant in the middle of nowhere. We met him at his house. It was 6000 square foot, 5 bedrooms with a private swimming pool. It was the same price we will be paying for our two bedroom flat in Hong Kong. ARRRGGGHH! (you have no idea how much this frustrates me)
Anyway, we squeezed into his little red MG convertible and took a breezy drive to some random street in the burbs. Valentino's restaurant is a house that was converted into a restaurant and it's run by a really nice Italian family. It's truly a grass-roots place. It's unpretentious and out of the way and as soon as you walk in, you feel like you've arrived in your some Grandma's house in Italy. Everyone speaks Italian to you even though they know you don't speak Italian. The food is so good, the place is jam-packed every night despite being in the boonies. 
I knew right away that it was the wrong restaurant to be on a diet. The owner came over an rambled off a list of high-calorie specials including some beef dish that had 850 grams of beef! Then he proceeded to take out a tupperware with two pieces of white truffles embedded in uncooked risotto.  As soon as he opened the tupperware the pungent smell of the truffles permated our table and the smell probably travelled to all the neighboring tables as well.  We ordered the truffles and we also ordered a feast fit for an overweight mafia don.
The truffle course arrived with alot of pomp and circumstance. The waiter brought over a little weighing scale and doled out a portion of white truffle the size of a fat man's finger. It was 25 grams. The waiter then proceeded to finely grate the truffles onto a bed of lightly buttered pasta. We each had our own portion. I'd never eaten truffles in this manner before and although the truffles were highly odoriferous I found them to be quite dry and
tasteless (kind of like the host bread they give out in a Catholic church)
When the bill came, I almost choked on my wine. I couldn't believe how expensive it was. It wasn't like we were eating at some fancy five star restaurant or anything!
25 grams of truffles costed 250 US dollars! Holy crap. I knew those little buggers were costly, but had I known how exactly how much, I would have been like "Bring on the Porcini!" Apparently truffles grow on trees and they take 3 years to come to full maturity. They are very rare (obviously) and you need an dog or a pig to sniff them out. They grow mostly in France and Italy. How come I never knew all of this?
I was telling this story to a trust fund friend the next day and she didn't even flinch. It was like she had eaten truffles in a jar as a baby. She was like,"Yeah, white truffles are more expensive than the black ones, but I prefer the black ones."  hmmf.