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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.
There was always little reason to go to Balestier during the day. It’s a different scene when the sky turns dark though, as the litany of beloved Bak Kut Teh eateries come to life and a lingering peppery scent spices up the vicinage and sedices hordes of supper seekers like a siren song. Continue reading “Bao Er Cafe”
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.
The greys of dusk slowly trickle into the nooks and crannies of Tiong Bahru. Its white veneer takes on an increasingly ashen shimmer and the kiss of the golden hour sun waned as we weaved through the motley of low-rise flats, on the lookout for the night’s protagonist, Dirty Supper Club.
Miniscule. From my vantage point at CE LA VI, Singapore resembled a diorama where even buildings were muddled into vague silhouettes.
Continue reading “CE LA VI”
Vietnamese food in Singapore usually adheres to a formula of homey, fuss-free spaces and safely traditional grub. There’s unlimited charm to the tried-and-tested blueprint but we wonder: what if Vietnamese food was reinterpreted with a modern edge?
At 45 Craig Road, a blast of salacious neon rains down on passers-by, dying them in a lusty crimson. To the side hangs a translucent sign, bare with a tousled weave of florid light tubes. On it, a vertical etching of “nou” greets the passers-by on the road, face first, whilst flanked by three words meant to succinctly elucidate what ensues upon entrance: “noodles & cocktails”.
The Lion City has been undeniably blessed by a gamut of cultural cuisines. It’s certainly not all-encompassing but already diverse in the spectrum. Naturally, certain styles still get lost within that flourish, criminally underrepresented and laden with potential — and it seems that African cuisine is one of the niches awaiting a breakthrough with the opening of the swanky new Tamba.
