Tag: fusion
The third-floor corridor of Fortune Centre is a bustling scene — bacchanal at the escalator-side izakaya mingles with the wholesome chatter of families feasting on salted egg chicken at New Station Rice Bar. In between the two crowded establishments, you find an inconspicuous dark-tinted door that reads “paraphrase.”
Our island is home to a staggering multitude of craft cocktail bars — including some of the best in the world. But carousing doesn’t always need to be serious, and, for anyone simply craving a fun night, there’s probably no bar in Singapore that fits their needs more than Hopscotch.
A prepossessing little cottage stood at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac at Dempsey Hill, a few minutes left of Dover Street Market. It’s clad in a pristine coat of white paint, crowned with a cloche of grimy-clay terracotta tiles, and adorned with a hanging wooden sign, charmingly weathered and bearing the words “Morsels”. Continue reading “Morsels”
Wrinkled, subfusc curtains fell from the ceiling, halting an inch before touching the exposed grey floor. Cream-coloured surfaces covered the space, and strokes of suave mahogany stalked it. That’s how the scene is set at Bar Bon Funk, New Bahru’s stylish new denizen.
Perhaps the once-dogmatic Michelin Guide sees its relevance challenged by this epoch of decentralised, digitally-dominated gourmet hunting. Nonetheless, it’s hard to argue the prestige of a Michelin star still holds sway over many, especially those convinced of the romanticism in fine dining.
My meal at Tambi is best characterised by one vivid moment — when the signature bone marrow murtabak descended upon the glossy turquoise tiled counter, sitting assuredly in formation with a mound of tangerine-hued slivers. A mound of kimchi.
Sat on the cusp of Carpenter Street, the voguish Kee’s beckons to the busy Clarke Quay vicinage with a brightly lit sign, electrifyingly yellow and embossed in a bodacious tilted typeface.
Go Rogue or go broke — that looks to be what the 46 Mittsu boys are gunning for with the unveiling of their ambitious newest concept, a sleek industrial chic outfit ensconced within one of Clarke Quay’s vintage shop houses. Continue reading “Go Rogue”
Passing by Domino’s Pizza sparked a certain bemusement in me, as I inched closer to Arab Street’s hottest new opening that lay a few doors down, Beyond the Dough. Continue reading “Beyond the Dough”
A billion nights spent at Keong Saik have taught me one thing: Things will come and go but The Guild? The Guild is forever.
