Tag: casual
I remember being entranced by the luxurious sweeping vistas over the Singapore skyline when I first visited Smoke & Mirrors. Seeing the MBS, Esplanade, and Singapore Flyer illuminated during golden hour in all their majesty. Continue reading “Smoke & Mirrors”
Casual wine bars are a confounding enigma to the masses. Primed by a deep-rooted perception of wine culture, it’s hard for the layperson to fathom wine as an ordinary indulgence. Most struggle to perceive wine as an unsolemn niche within the greater gourmet sphere — at least until being introduced to the Duxton gem, Praelum Wine Bistro.
The best way to describe NOST at Ann Siang Hill: It’s the perfect home-dining experience not found in a home. As conflicting as it sounds, the fledgling concept is a gastrobar that melds informality and refinement together remarkably.
Admittedly, I’ve never been a big fan of any Tipo concept. Most of them are criminally overrated but I can see how they still provided a decent experience. This meant that the rebranded Tipo Gnocchi caught my attention — a pasta bar experience revolving around handmade gnocchi? Rare. Continue reading “Tipo Gnocchi”
Despite its popularity amongst Singaporeans, it’s surprising that there hasn’t been a cafe devoted to making the perfect rosti, at least before Poonsti burst onto the scene.
Almost eligible for the adjective “antiquated”, Furama RiverFront is an establishment few would venture to in search of one of Singapore’s most exciting new cafes. Yet, here we are — seated at the moody Wild Card, located inside the time-worn hotel.
Nothing lasts forever. In a tumultuous Singapore cafe landscape, constant reinvention is imperative in order to halt the taint of obsoletion. Even the most iconic cafes abide by those truths — this includes Elixir Boutique Roasters, a stalwart fixture at Serene Centre since 2019.
A gentle gloom envelops you the moment you step into Ceres Haus’ clandestine hideout. Sequestered on the second floor of one of Circular Road‘s rustic shophouses, this minimalist cafe overflows with an ethereal air.
All I see is red. Up the barely illuminated staircase beside Revolver and past a gilded sign that demarcated the secret entrance of Barood, the seemingly seedy second-storey lounge was covered floor-to-ceiling in an unending swathe of impassioned crimson.
There aren’t many bakeries as iconic in the local cafe scene as Bakery Brera, a stalwart fixture at Farrer Road that operates out of a compact shophouse unit, almost like a polished “HDB-downstairs bakery”, strikingly diminutive for an establishment of its stature and popularity.
