You and Me. You, are so pleasing to the eyes. Me, just wants to behold your beauty. You, are like a breath of fresh air. You, bring a smile to my face. You, get me coming back for more. Me, just wants more of you. Me, hates it when we part and wonders when we’ll ever meet again.
Japanese cuisine and Me.
I’d like to call it a match made in heaven.
Brunch, breakfast and lunch combined together, or otherwise termed as “late breakfast”. Brunch, this word alone gets me thinking about poached eggs, the image of molten custard yolk oozing out from their delicate whites is priceless. A wave of tranquility washes over me at the very thought of brunch. The peaceful almost-picture perfect ambience must have played a significant role. Time doesn’t seem to be of the essence anymore, the sweltering heat doesn’t even bother me, now that’s the power of brunch, comfort food for the hungry soul.
The problem with SOME men is that they can be rather stubborn and unadventurous when it comes to food. Let me use my-other-half to exemplify. Eating at the same restaurant, check. Placing an order for the same dish, check. From what i see, its time for a change, its time to step out of comfort zone, its time to check out Ichibantei~
Robertson Quay, quiet by day but thronging with crowds by night. Every visit to the Quay holds a certain purpose, a memory worth recollecting. The wasted nights at DBL O, the discovery of a fantabulous slice of Le Royale at Canale for a dear friend’s 21st, my 21st birthday “tart” from Laurent Bernard’s Chocolatier, the delightful brunch and high-tea sessions at Epicurious and last but not least, the sight of grandma enjoying her very first bowl of Ramen!
Filed under: Desserts
The Singaporean lifestyle is so hectic we can barely find time for ourselves. When we chance upon a chair, we sit down, heaving a big sigh of relief, as though we haven’t sat in days. The throbbing migraine, the backache and the sore legs, life is so much like a battlefield. With every storm comes a rainbow. As we step out of each battlefield, it is only natural that we reward ourselves. That’s why we chose One Caramel, where dessert-holics gather, sugarcoat and expose themselves to an all high sugar rush.
If you were from my mother’s generation, Satay Club ought to hold some special and fond memories for you. After the demolishment of the food center which once housed the well-acclaimed Satay Club stalls, the stall owners have since scattered and relocated to various places across the island. At 50 cents a stick, the price may be steep to some, but for better quality and a whole lot of nostalgia, would 50 cents a stick sound less unreasonable?
Hua Kee, a cze char cum seafood stall housed inside Pasir Panjang’s food center. Due to the ongoing construction, the food center seems to have experienced a drop in patrons. If you are arriving via private transportation, do keep your eyes peeled for the car-park signage as it can be rather inconspicuous and obscure from view.
A Gastronome Experience 