Relatively new to the eclectic High Street is Egyptian restaurant Pharaoh, which sits where chocolate shop Coco Loco and Mexican restaurant Papasito used to be.
Ascot Food Store is a cutesy, light-filled and wholesome neighbourhood spot, the kind of spot where the number of babies is only surpassed by the number of dogs – so there’s something for everyone.
I will always sing Magic Mountain Saloon’s praises, as I will any Asian breakfast, even (or maybe especially) when faced with the whitewashed view that such dishes are outside the narrow frame of reference of what constitutes breakfast in this country.
Before I launch into my first WFYB review in a while, there’s a pretty momentous announcement I have to make: I am not FODMAP-intolerant.
Fine Dining Club hadn’t met since our inaugural dinner at Ides months ago, so we thought – what better time to resuscitate it than a few days before my elimination diet was about to start?
There aren’t many dishes on Abla’s menu that doesn’t include some form of onion and garlic, but that’s OK – the best dish on its menu doesn’t have either.
I’d resisted going to Hawker Hall for the longest time because I am highly sceptical of hawker centres that a) aren’t in Asia and b) charge you $19 for a Hainanese chicken rice.
